Demian
08-29-2007, 05:29 AM
Arianna pushes a dandelion on me-
I breeze by with some nodding amusement.
There are too many plodding clods to be
left prying plants from the mud:
How many bills have been paid?
When will there be enough time left to finish this?
Her hand presses a silver stream into mine and she says,
"Blow it away."
I step back and reach down.
Arianna smiles and reaches up--
"It's the wind, daddy."
"Yes it is, darling.
It's the Wind."
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Orbits
I am spiraling out of this galaxy,
heading far beyond these orbits of identity.
Gravity has held me down too long--
there is no scientific law left to hold me down here.
These orbits of identity have thrown me down;
I am neither writer nor this thing that is written.
Beyond this Universe my soul sees still:
Quantam Physics for the Unintiated Prole
and more words fly by in this frantic search for self.
I hope nothing.
I fear nothing.
I am free.
I breeze by with some nodding amusement.
There are too many plodding clods to be
left prying plants from the mud:
How many bills have been paid?
When will there be enough time left to finish this?
Her hand presses a silver stream into mine and she says,
"Blow it away."
I step back and reach down.
Arianna smiles and reaches up--
"It's the wind, daddy."
"Yes it is, darling.
It's the Wind."
------------------------------------------------------------------
Orbits
I am spiraling out of this galaxy,
heading far beyond these orbits of identity.
Gravity has held me down too long--
there is no scientific law left to hold me down here.
These orbits of identity have thrown me down;
I am neither writer nor this thing that is written.
Beyond this Universe my soul sees still:
Quantam Physics for the Unintiated Prole
and more words fly by in this frantic search for self.
I hope nothing.
I fear nothing.
I am free.