The Land That Is Not

Poem By Edith Sodergran

Imperative.
And yet...
The importance of it fades.
Initiating one's escape from laziness today...
Quickly becomes a phase to excuse away.

An urgency to critique what others have done,
Has risen to the number one focus...
Of just about everyone.
And on backsides people sit...
Acknowledging what they should do.
But not do it.

And those who persist,
Knowing there is work, sweat and some tears...
Involve in being determined.
Will always hear from someone who dares to say,
'If'.
As 'if' the definition of it means...
'Do not disturb my excuses to get done to do! '

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