If we won't wind our way along the wind as we are wont
And will willn't lead the way when we are still,
Then still our wounds are lead-wound heavy and shrill.
To be unwound and willed there is only one way, to be will-led.
To unwind and wind way is where will wants, so find a way
Or be still.
VOUS LISEZ
Simply Poetry
PoésieA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
