366 Poems: September 13th, 2016

Dominoes

I know I am the domino

with perfect spots all in a row,

and as they tumble, so I go

and fall for richer names.

But I wish this square soul could flee

the cages of conformity,

though if I go, could I still see

myself winning the games?

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