Tuesday, March 12, 2013

The Insides

The Insides lie along the Oceans,
rimming the Lakes, Rivers, and Mountains,
acting as man's elixirs or potions
for the notions that scold man from the elements -
the elements that we only condone as cold-inflicting zones.

The Insides lie face-to-face in the cities,
creating apertures in the brick work that
connect us to creatures as though our
neighbors were meant to be exhibitions
at the zoo.

Why do we continue to build apertures on the Insides
that face our neighbors' apertures? 
What gives a man contentment in seeing into
the daily lives of his neighbors?
Could there be solace in such living?

The Insides hold true their closed doors.

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