wonderings at the spasmodic tensions

finding that we've come only too late
to help that which can't help anyone
findng remarks left eternally forgetting
that we've started over, because we knew
works set at a time and date seperate from those who choose
maybe the message is trapped in with the meaning
maybe the future will bring futile battles that we could choose
wanting something more because we stopped asking why
finishing another ending point wondering why
that we could have done anything about it
there was the miracle, the acrobatic feat
of setting bones against meat
because we want to start again
ending something we never started
echoing in endless points wanted
granted and stolen, suggestively predisposed
to acts of kindness, loving care and attention
calm and living strangeness because we echo out
our answer to defeat in our sermons and loudspeakers
calmly laid out in fields of our own complacency
continuing to meet the expectations of those surrounding us
because we've chosen, and we're new, freshly divined
secrets told to no man and wanted no where
it's all a big panic it's all a big scare
voices of those chosen to veiw what they do
running the gamble up there so high
wonder if they'll ever come down,
when they're done learning to fly
finding nothing to be true and everything false
we've wondered why, often we've checked for a pulse
irrigation of the manefestation is often put in integration
and truth is never learned, true enlightenment coming at a cost