My dog gets so excited when he sees his leash
It's that thing that keeps him from being free
He'd rather be outside with the that thing on
Than inside cooped up all day long
I wonder what our leash must be
Where even just a taste of whatever it is, is so sweet
Like in love or imagination, where the thought
Is enough to occupy the mind for hours
Like gods tied to their own omnipotence
And limited by only the greatest forces
The greatest joy anything can really have
Is the one it can never quite grasp.
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