The Elephant Trap

[dukealien]

When something pretends to be authentic
it’s a rabbit that grows up too slowly;
and everything goes too slowly,
and you ask yourself
—Should I grow up, yet,
between where the spirit enters
and leaves through the same door?
Or, am I more than my past
that gave birth to an anger
that fights, tooth and nail,
for my future,
my freedom,
and my Wile E. Coyote plots to escape it?

Must admit to finding this poem difficult.  Best so far is to view the whole as a tapestry (title included) with numerous brilliant scenes that don't quite come together into one story (for me).  Particularly good are "between where the spirit enters..." and the equivocal subject of the plots to escape (future or freedom?)  Sense resistance to blank-slate and "you are what you eat" determinism.

Demands much thought, which is good, and rewards it, which is better.  Fun, yes.

(Is Wile E. Coyote religious?  Probably... he spends time in the afterlife, frequently.  And is always resurrected.   )