Wednesday, November 30, 2005

I't Wanders to Linger Because it Has No Where Else to Go

From some good god came the sound of rain,
trampolining off the roof
pirouetting in many steps sounding like one.
From sand and grave,
came the union of ambiguous figures,
drifting hurried in the pushing wind.
Who would have thought
the specters brought speculation?
A cornucopia of wonderment,
springing from behind a curtain
“Surprise”
came as another fashion.
Once the wardrobe worn,
it was folded and put aside
to contemplate at a later date.
Shoe strings tied,
To represent the time line,
in which the situation took place.
over eger,
the barter toppled the bottle
in conclusion of scrawled writings.
It shouldn’t be forced before it’s understood.
Can’t label it if it can't be identified.
Inconclusive
Undetermined
the approach rushed,
botched up the translation.
Why prove to anyone
If we can’t prove to ourselves?
The more people you tell,
The more that people believe.
We subscribe to the popularity of an answer,
not the facts behind the question.
It’s easier to join the club,
then it is to start your own.