USA


SEEKING NEW FOUNDATIONS

Look,
There may be a chance
we're only figments of
a dead imagination
We're only two scarecrows,
bleeding in stereo in front of
a roaring turbine jet on
the front lawn where
The Bomb hit

The morning sun was an
oil painting
An element to spark determination

A future together involves
questioning the patterns that
put us here now

What are you willing to do?

What is anyone willing to do?
Just to get through
Just to get on
Maybe get beyond a
slow moaning dream sealed
in foresight, never really
reaching a hindsight

My antennae twitch in
the heat of circumstance,
I seek a second foundation
among the shadows of
planets and mountaintops
of sound
Moving like storm fronts
through the valley of
people crawling backwards
into traps of forgetfulness
and very little is lost

SEPARATE

Magnet in my mind
pulls me head first
out of my cocoon
into the raw unfiltered air
where I am
Separate

I am drawn by a pulse
I am lifted into the air
Flying through treetops,
then gently descending to 2 feet
above slow stirring swamp

The mist dissipates as
I move through it,
Leaving a trail in this
dense night of core elements
drawn into a timeless, unspoken
symmetry

There are no foreign pieces
to this puzzle of the full circle
turning inside out of the cycle
Like the beginning is the end
is the beginning of all
being again and again
until the momentum decays and
we all fall from our dreams
of life like leaves from trees


 

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