February 6 , 2000 10:28 a.m. pst
We are spinning,
revolving,
recording life in our heads.
Evolving,
Streaming,
A lifetime of possibilities residing in memory forever.
The present and the future collide with a thunder,
And my hands do not look the same anymore.
I reach out,
I get messages,
I watch the movie of life as it unspools.
Words which repeated themselves years ago
Land upon my doorstep with wagging tales.
Emotions I thought I had tucked away in a mind-drawer
Cry out for sustenance.
A year is a day is a moment, I said again and again,
And I don't like repitition in my work.
We go on
We drone and sanctify,
reliving past exercises in hopefulness.
Tomorrow is another day,
I open the window of my soul to circumstance.
Shout out to the back door,
Come around in front,
Leave the light on and lay down beside me in my room.
I am searching for a purpose,
spinning,
revolving,
evolving,
streaming,
seeming like forever is right around the cornerstone of reality,
And I welcome her like I never did in the past,
Because forever seemed so far away.
We are running into each other in some close time,
Entering a precipice of purpose.
And jumping off without a care or a regret,
Knowing that the spinning bodies will land not only on their feet,
But will be propped up with love and understanding.rstanding.
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copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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