so easily the watch hands dictate direction
a shiny shackle round my wrist determines
when to run, where to row, how to rush into sleep and fall
I try the yoga tip in the car, a wild attempt to extend the traffic light
the metallic AC fresh air in my mouth, a raindrop in a dune
I wake up from the pc screen when my dog's paws on my lap tell me it's dinner time
I just look in front, where to place my next footstep
no time to look elsewhere and discover the new star light in the dark,
the different shade of silver around the waning crescent sliver of the moon
so much moving forward in the universe
how can I escape the inertia
drink easily from the fountain of the senses
forget the merciless hands,
find the tic can be so far away from the tac
insignificant my little struggles, travails and satisfactions
if I can't see I am connected, free to determine purpose
make sense of cause and consequence
come to terms with the here and now
gulp and lushly give warmth
and rebel successfully
indifferent to the ruthless metallic dictator
1 comment:
visceral. lovely.
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