Michael D Housewright

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Tangled

Tangled

Tethered in bounds of flesh and bone

Upon the morning it becomes apparent

We are tangled in this mesh of home

That the love might be deemed as errant

It was not so long ago it seemed a rightly cause

To muse and prance upon the keys

Not knowing what was real and lost

Simply motioning and bending like younger trees

In life we are as whimsy determines

Not so stable as we might imagine

Staying some course that is safety given

Is a path rife with struggle and a gift-less end

Why not prance again on the keys and share

The frenetic motions and tumbling hair

Across tangled flesh that gives a life

Newer, stranger and without the tether

Entwined but free glorious and ecstatic

Simply existing for moments that cannot be caged

Run to this and choose something

Not mired in ghosts and duty

Tangle and release

MH