Post by daisysanders on May 25, 2014 9:36:45 GMT 8
Where now, on the curled curving life line?
One tiny point in circles repeating.
The live time rehearsal of self preservation.
Private protection for peace in the pieces of mind.
I am practising dancing around the truth.
Or;
Noun.
(All the animals on Harry's Practice.)
Not forgotten and not yet forgiven.
All the loved learning, songs of teaching.
Complicated, intertwined, these creatures of joy and jumbled dark effects.
Something proud and something peaceful.
And nausea.
Where now in the wide open scope of space?
One simple spot on an ever rotating surface.
The huge textured arc of motion overhead.
Hold tight to the sides of the world or seasick, stumble through.
All that stretched before is laid clear and cold.
All that lies to come; painted in the colours of magnificence.
Prepare for the bombard, utmost power.
What of these parallel wheels of motion?
Grandiose and minute.
These matching lines tangle,
tumble
whirl
onward.
One tiny point in circles repeating.
The live time rehearsal of self preservation.
Private protection for peace in the pieces of mind.
I am practising dancing around the truth.
Or;
Noun.
(All the animals on Harry's Practice.)
Not forgotten and not yet forgiven.
All the loved learning, songs of teaching.
Complicated, intertwined, these creatures of joy and jumbled dark effects.
Something proud and something peaceful.
And nausea.
Where now in the wide open scope of space?
One simple spot on an ever rotating surface.
The huge textured arc of motion overhead.
Hold tight to the sides of the world or seasick, stumble through.
All that stretched before is laid clear and cold.
All that lies to come; painted in the colours of magnificence.
Prepare for the bombard, utmost power.
What of these parallel wheels of motion?
Grandiose and minute.
These matching lines tangle,
tumble
whirl
onward.