The Conception of Characters

Where is the conception of character?
Is it frolicking in the air?
Flitting two and from everywhere?
You’d better not stare…
Plot makes the world go round;
sometimes it goes up,
sometimes it goes down.
Characters tear up your imagination
every darn day, but you refuse
to let them come out and play.
To be simple is to be limited.
Characters cut frames
linked to genres so small
they feel as though
they can say nothing at all.
Where is the expansion
of character lives?
Where does that authority lie?
Is it but the lag of politics in your work?
Characters have gotten too real
they choke.
Narrow turns as brittle as a baby sparrow.
Break bones to make bread.
See how you thread
thoughts together by shells.
Broad social visions contradict
the urge to shed
the real world for words you’ve heard.
Where does the character sleep?
Do they do it without making a peep?
Maybe you just need to let imagination seep
into the each and every word.