atiguhya padma
10-23-2005, 01:25 PM
Life can fill you up like a helium-trapped balloon
And carry you high, climbing away.
Life can screw you up
In the velocity of a hand,
A crumpled
Ten-pound note.
Life can change you
Irremediably
In a single day,
As short as an hour
The space of 60 seconds,
Atomise your memory.
Everything is moving away from you.
The clouds quietly sneak across the sky
And cover the sun in the finest cloth.
The wind running through the wheat
Whittling away, in waves of exodus.
But in all this movement
Nothing leaves the world
To become part of me,
Though I can move within
This space, this time,
Nothing can experience
What its like
To be
Me.
The whole world never stops moving
Even when your world loses its place
And precipitates into a puddled standstill.
And carry you high, climbing away.
Life can screw you up
In the velocity of a hand,
A crumpled
Ten-pound note.
Life can change you
Irremediably
In a single day,
As short as an hour
The space of 60 seconds,
Atomise your memory.
Everything is moving away from you.
The clouds quietly sneak across the sky
And cover the sun in the finest cloth.
The wind running through the wheat
Whittling away, in waves of exodus.
But in all this movement
Nothing leaves the world
To become part of me,
Though I can move within
This space, this time,
Nothing can experience
What its like
To be
Me.
The whole world never stops moving
Even when your world loses its place
And precipitates into a puddled standstill.