3/25/13
Running, racing, pacing
The floor
Searching, seeking, now tweeting
For something more
The world of man in all its glory
All of life…The master story
Told retold passed down, passed on, passed over.
The world of beauty
In each blossom, swell and breeze
With ease….we sit and sink our soles in the sand
Our souls are in each others hands
The spirit we command to serve us well
To save us from our imagined hell.
That which we don’t understand.
Deeper in, higher up the scale, the continu..ommmmmm
Why these minds, these lobes, we probe, creating these illusions
Of grander…of strangers, of separation and solitude and sin.
As if we could be separate as we orbit and spin
Lose, no we win….and gain…the recognition of our name.
Stay in, burst out…laugh, love, shout, what is this world of man all about?
The self imposed, self absorbed, self defeat of something more.
Or less…how much was that dress, I confess…I want more, not less
A foot in this world, the other unknown
I sing the song of a mortal
In my simple, single poem.
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