Benjamin Raven

Running in Squares A poem by Eric Pellinen With a hard left to a hard right there’s no destination in sight can’t be ahead of the curve which was never there Squinting eyes to harsh winds bringing tears acknowledging fate’s shapes causing intensely bad fears Both future and past a straight line no end, nor beginning of any kind Prisms confused for prisons as freedom is treated by grieving limitations and sorrowful imaginations Courage is soft cowardice is solid and too easy for poor minds with greedy rich hearts Pacing against an unwavering harsh breeze unnatural and feral enough to put the strongest into the deepest burial As things prolonged in evolution’s sake political fools took everything they could take Living in circles no more would fake Because scientific and spiritual people learned to be fair and dare to live running at full speed in too many squares.