Post by Ron Buck (halfshell) on Apr 25, 2008 7:27:08 GMT -5
Resistance
.
Wrapped from the outset,
the journey begins; the invisible finger
pressed down on the ribbon, keeps
its place for the cinching knot.
Turbulent youth slaps it aside,
doubles its weight; silent partners,
dancing in the dark, feeling out the corners
like a stumbling sailor returning to dry land.
Massive comets waiver in its path,
blow off ballast and illuminate the heavens;
dismantled piece by piece to display a
glorious disintegration and ultimate demise.
The wind carries its message to the mountains.
The trees gather and release its voice.
Birds glide skillfully along its rails.
The landscape adapts to its pulse.
Philosophers are barren without it;
and we, who long for purpose,
wade through all its tributaries,
unaware of its encompassing influence.
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.
Wrapped from the outset,
the journey begins; the invisible finger
pressed down on the ribbon, keeps
its place for the cinching knot.
Turbulent youth slaps it aside,
doubles its weight; silent partners,
dancing in the dark, feeling out the corners
like a stumbling sailor returning to dry land.
Massive comets waiver in its path,
blow off ballast and illuminate the heavens;
dismantled piece by piece to display a
glorious disintegration and ultimate demise.
The wind carries its message to the mountains.
The trees gather and release its voice.
Birds glide skillfully along its rails.
The landscape adapts to its pulse.
Philosophers are barren without it;
and we, who long for purpose,
wade through all its tributaries,
unaware of its encompassing influence.
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