blog of poet, leah umansky

The Human Animal and the Story Animal play on the page.

Sure, they poke and wrestle, but they mean well as nicely as they mean.

But, are our what ifs truly universal? Do all tales compute?

Sometimes, there is a collection of trouble in the way the story functions and plays.

One small lie gives the Story, a ball and chain, and the Human, a crossbow.

The human animal and the story animal play innocently.

The story not only sticks, it mesmerizes and binds. Its potency is pure.

We are hard wired to change the world, but are they? Is the story?

In this life, are our what ifs truly universal?

Universally speaking, what if our stories are not created equally, and our compulsion

to invent is merely at rest in our bindings or unbindings to this world?

The human animal and the story animal play on the page,

and when one bleeds, after their picking and poking, nibbling, and kneading

do we  really need a winner? Isn’t blood, blood? Is it about free-will,

or all just gobbledygook? In this life, are our what ifs truly universal?

Let’s instruct this: I’ll assist, and insist. Both animals are proud beasts.

The fabric of this Neverland of ours is linguistical not analytical. Envision 

the tale, it all begins in sounds: Horse. Bear. Fowl. Fish. Child. GhoulGhoulGhoul

All stories are indivisible by all. They run deep inside this brush or page,

this Brave New Stage, and our what ifs might thieve us.

                                                                                            and the universe may be in on it all

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© Umansky 2012