Thursday, September 1, 2016

A state of swinging

There's something about swinging
back and forth: a way of copying the waves
without really getting wet

do not cast the shadow on others
the adds around us speak more than
what they intend to say

use this coffee-bean, as a marker
of where your mind swings
left or right there's nothing to worry about

except the foundation of fear
a foretasted disaster, an attempted
lie not covered, never revealed

keep pushing forth the direction
that could change an entire being
without new skin, without song

of fire and smoke. This is then
the way with the swing: it goes up
before it comes down.

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