Thursday, October 14, 2010

The stare at what re- and un-appears
As the time melts into days
Churning the milk into butter
The work to achieve a moment like no other
An adventure to live out of habitat
A drive from inside
A splintered balance
A pendulum’s center
A place to surrender
A place to make up one’s mind -
You’ll find me hiding here most of the time
You’ll find me learning street smarts
You’ll find me researching statistics
You’ll find me asking why your feet tap
And why your fingers rap on the counter
You’ll find me growing up the only way I can
The achievement on the intrigue that never ends
The time is laid out so wide
And narrow where the tracks have already been laid
Where does the power lay?  
Your geography’s roots run deep 
But why look underneath? 
For me I am looking high up in the sky 
There is no question of why

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