Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Perennial


The taste
The shape
The feel
Of the air that I try to breathe

The savor
The substance
The stirrings
Of the atmosphere that I cannot see

Blowing around me
Out of control
Tumult is all that I know

The machine
The movement
All the motion
Is perpetual & does not cease

The turmoil
The trouble
The tragedy
Is always with me & all that I believe

Blowing around me
Out of control
Tumult is all that I know
It doesn't stop
There is no cessation
I pray for a pause, but it never shows

Windswept
Lifeblown
I find that I'm alone again
I reach forth
Outstretched
I wish and I hope from relief from the wind.

It doesn't stop
There is no cessation
I pray for a pause, but it never shows


APN
Copyright, 07/02/2006

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