S.A. Levin | The Bond We are born chained to each other first soft and easily let go then hard as long-held grudges as we age. Weaving our lives tightly is our need and predicament The arguments pull the yarn sometimes even the most delicate needle cannot smooth what is now loose but only return our shrouds to knots. We’re undone some of us clutching only ourselves isolated as if thrown off a freighter at sea. We’re offered rescue someone paid to throw us a rope it’s their duty they’ll be gone the next day. We wish for bondage Pay someone to tie us up but they too will be gone soon. We ask to be left tied to the post waiting for someone to come.
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