Eternal stride by Matthew SharpTime is on my (in) side,
Riding in adaptation,
Until it hits its stride,
On the soil in which we genetically reside,
But genetics are a joke when you de-individualize,
Inside youll die then be reborn and killed some more,
The floor on which I explore,
Lying on my back,
Laying in a pool of liquid mirror,
like a crack,
That drips me,
Into a garden of empty,
In which my infinite stride echoes into eternal me
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01/10/2007 Author's Note: Cultivate observation,
It�s a garden of fascination.
Posted on 01/11/2007 Copyright © 2024 Matthew Sharp
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Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 02/07/07 at 06:30 AM Fantastic poem. Beautiful Talk about graceful. And talk about timing. I am sitting here in a towel after getting out of the pool! A favorite. And unforgettable. |
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