Is there such a thing as “sheer” survival?
When a person feels life’s boredom,
Is it not a kind of error?
Or glitch?
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Today I observed a man surviving,
In Siberia.
Bitterest cold outside, and warm hearth,
Inside.
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But when he works in the deadly cold,
Fishing,
Splitting splintering wood,
Breathing biting air,
–
Does his soul not perceive?
That,
In the whole of it,
There are universes?
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The cosmos of human emotions,
The horizon of the mind,
Dimensions of spirit,
Depths of soul?
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Run, run, run.
Scurry in, fast, before
Deadly frost gets you!
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That arrest of life’s boredom,
Might freeze the cells,
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Making mortally still,
Your humanity…
