POETRY
Ode to an Animus
To honor the undiscovered parts of ourselves is life’s work.
Fighting tendencies to run for freedom,
holding out for liberation.
Run-on sentences — spewing nonsense -
heady, wordy, thoughtless creed.
Transcription of prescriptions
of unintended purposes
— mounting attacks against fictitious enemies.
All transgressions are from within,
walls of glass are walls nonetheless
— only trickery to the eye — to the mind
Go slowly young man — you are but a newborn cub.
An undeveloped sword makes a precise mess.
Bravado amongst peers is insecure alone.
Transformation is a load worthy to carry,
putting it down — picking it up
— uphill and in circles
Freedom is an illusion we talk ourselves into
when we vie for liberation from without.
Go slowly young man — see clearly — see deeply.
According to the APA Dictionary of Psychology, the animus is defined as:
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