Saturday, December 24, 2005
i have a problem that i cannot explain
Satellites catch our thoughts (we're there)
People wearing spectacles
are asked to step backwards
Wars are shortened to fit
into prime time nightly news
With headlights on
highbeams history accelerates
but then misses the turn. so now,
see if that works
Years pass but the
road keeps on going.
"Can the dimensions of inner
purity be measured in a speck
of dust?", she will later ask.
Even bears sometimes
speak of sacrifice
and behind us
pebbles all argue
at once
(for things to exist)
after all is said and done.
Silence remains the best bet.
Labels: poesies
// posted by H. Brown @ 6:44 PM 