mechanically mesmerizing / to be A me you want see…
DAMN THAT FOOTBOARD
Remind me why I live here…
The dying wise men know /
Their words had no lightning.
Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right?
‘Tis 2 AM; we’re far from ending night.
I’ve found my place; the place is peace, / Though tangled tempests tip the ship.
If seeking Something, e’re the hope will fail;
Instead, lie back, let Nothing fill your sail.
start. again. anew.
transformed again by some truth
inflatedand not even surewhere the air came from. nevertheless, i’ll breathe inand float while trying not to thinkabout all the … More
the wheels turn /
and slowly the body /
succumbs to the treads and the weight /
of the monster it carries,
in catching up on a life that was lost, I’d miss the living in front of me.
I know not where to look or stand…
I reach for footing; find just sand.
the body count
Let no one tell you how to live;It’s on that day you die a bit.Love is yours to take and … More
Perhaps if heaven hinges on Our Plan,
That paradise designed may need a tweak.
looking In or Out the Window becomes Looking
in swirling chaos /
together – we find center /
and you make me feel
This is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world,
which is round but not flat and has more colors
than we can see.
Paint the scene now, before ship takes a dive.
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