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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