Torniamo all antico, e sara un progresso

Father I know thee,
for I am, who I am.

Pieces in trasit,
for spaces in vacuum.

We lay in the oceans,
and found solace there.
'Fore the waves found
time in our searching.

I return to reason,
and flock upon feather,
is amounting to naught.
In this place is part,
of a greater condition.
Passed down upon me
from ground, from sky.

Below is a weighted
flawed lesson-plan life.
Multiplied to a degree,
such as me can be.

Hello, I know thee,
for thou art my brother.

And shared upon thee,
is the same as one.
Be true to some timegoneby
battlecry whispers.

While the ghosts slide,
to doors of living time.
Finding space to affect,
or effect upon you, upon me.

We share through weight,
the shame of fathers.
Who bear witness to us,
finding homes to bleed
for their souls again.

It's the same as we try,
swimming always uphill,
to free shackles from feet
that were born into them.

Hello, I know thee,
for thou art my own self.

"We return to the past, and doing so progress."

04/12/2004

Author's Note: I read some Aiko Scott, I read some Chad Bauer, I was inspired. Will anyone understand this?

Posted on 04/12/2004
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