Hold

Mike Lemense

 

Corks hold back spirits
Blushed red with ale
Wearing a joy they hardly feel
Until the cork pops they are but lost

 

Brakes hold back machines
Crafted by the dole
To service the ambitions
Of kings in a rush

 

Rhythm holds back melody
Reminds it to breathe
And shields it from bright spots
Which cast shadows on truth

 

The body holds the mind
From making the world it’s own
And helps it enjoy
All that it does not own

 

Parents hold back children
Before they climb any beanstalks
Or make any karma trap deals
Before fantasy, parents hold their children close

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