Her shoulders dropped
Yet none of the biological commands
along that one route to divine fruition
The set bought assembled and in function
Her pois shifted as a decade ended
pondering the surface desires that came and went
over the skeleton of biological commands
framed as dreams and goals and long held yearning
The day lasted so long on the brows of those men blind and deaf
the secret language of the hours counted and translated by her
She could relax back into the deck chair sun waited around
having a cozy one to one with the wind who was not listening
She adjusted her view out the window life would move
But never at the pace or in the direction of that underlying
biological need wearing the fancy dress of whim and preference
The heart was built to pump blood, hope and wish
sometimes obeying the brain other times just manipulating it
She shrugged her shoulders wanting to be less controlled by these concerns
Morning light through the curtains imminently waking her against her will
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