fallen on the stumbling blocks
the crane has gone to sea
and all that's in me to be
seems to have been forgotten
but what we must remember
is to keep a steady, sated face on everything
be allowed, live it through it, live in it
for to be the next go-around
following stranger's fragments
and in the healing process of writing
we live out our lives
our reaches foretold and promises sold
bought and bartered for in spaces of talking
rescued from a deadly state
i lie in waiting
wondering why they never came before
because they're always waiting
constructing a newer dance
than has been witnessed
stranger even to these shores
passing down beauty, life and logic
living out passages in time
wanting more than what you've go
blindly devoted to the continuation
what you've done only leaving marks
passages thrown down against
whatever you do know that matters
wanting something fluent and easy
but knowing that good things can't possibly go away
you need a second thought, a passage, a rite
towards what could have been done
anyways, on with the gamble
the slow and simple
conflagration of parts and package
on that day known and unknown
you'll know what you've lost
because it will be in the past
forgotten by nearly everyone
because they had to wait
shooting up garbage,
old empty used ones
because they never thought
of taking it out again
and they never knew
what was left behind
truthful half-happenings
a room in the dark
a side of life never before seen
witnessed by light not, forever done
proof positive of our consensus
1 comment:
Silas...
Again quite impressive. You are actually taking the time "to do the dance", wrapping words with wisdom. You should feel confident in your abilities. You should seek places to publish. Perhaps you and I could attend a reading together? There are plenty in this city of multitudes!!
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