a constituted life

funny that
our actions, once fluid,
coursing through our constitution,
become the substance of our condition
and, like stone, no longer fluid–
constitute us alone.

funny that
our course of action
becomes just that–
a path, we beings pulled by strange attraction
down dependent lines–all worth breaking.
but do we dare? no. not worth taking.
that is life. but it is not living.

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