This poem describes someone watching another person walk away from them down a hall, with their heart fracturing from the distance. While their perspective makes them feel small, the speaker hopes that by continuing to observe situations, they will become less emotionally affected over time and gain more independence and control over their feelings. The poem questions whether gaining this level of detachment could be considered the "art of sovereignty".
This poem describes someone watching another person walk away from them down a hall, with their heart fracturing from the distance. While their perspective makes them feel small, the speaker hopes that by continuing to observe situations, they will become less emotionally affected over time and gain more independence and control over their feelings. The poem questions whether gaining this level of detachment could be considered the "art of sovereignty".
This poem describes someone watching another person walk away from them down a hall, with their heart fracturing from the distance. While their perspective makes them feel small, the speaker hopes that by continuing to observe situations, they will become less emotionally affected over time and gain more independence and control over their feelings. The poem questions whether gaining this level of detachment could be considered the "art of sovereignty".
As he saunters down the hall My heart incurring fractures With his distance, I am small Perspective in reverse But like youth to the perverse I hope the more I see The less affected I will be (Is this the art of apathy?) I force myself to look As he saunters down the hall My heart incurring fractures With his distance, I am small Perspective in reverse But like youth to the perverse I hope the more I see The less affected I will be (Is this the art of sovereignty?)