...running through reality like a rocking horse, entering a race already underway; heels kicking, front feet reaching, stamping, never advancing. Working ruts beneath rockers, thoroughly entrenched in the here and now, striving for a destiny defiant of all undetermined inevitably. Digging deeper with every more obstinate roll; fortune not but a faintly fraught notion dancing like dice, unseen but heard, tinkling toward the edge. Imagined? When the dice drop, all bets are off as the game races on...
30 October 2011
14 October 2011
I think a tattoo is in order...
I think a tattoo is in order,
An unplanned (eventfully)eventual order.
Memories that flounder in that torrent racing by,
captured in the moment, fleeting, glinting in my eye.
A life unlived as I live on, through flight, through pits and falls,
A life forgotten as new paint bleeds o'er drawings on the walls.
My body is my vessel, right? My spaceship through this life,
on which I'll slap a stick-er two, to keep the light alive.
The light I see, the light I feel, the light that means I'm here,
A lightning bolt? Heck why not, perched just behind my ear.
A story board to tell my tale, selfishly I'll write,
upon my body, head to tail, of moments that feel right.
An unplanned (eventfully)eventual order.
Memories that flounder in that torrent racing by,
captured in the moment, fleeting, glinting in my eye.
A life unlived as I live on, through flight, through pits and falls,
A life forgotten as new paint bleeds o'er drawings on the walls.
My body is my vessel, right? My spaceship through this life,
on which I'll slap a stick-er two, to keep the light alive.
The light I see, the light I feel, the light that means I'm here,
A lightning bolt? Heck why not, perched just behind my ear.
A story board to tell my tale, selfishly I'll write,
upon my body, head to tail, of moments that feel right.
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