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It's merely a cynical grasp i'm reaching.
by Jared OrlandoEverything is static;
Statuesque, dreary and dumb
Stopped, yielded
Everything is static;
So still and brutal
So thin and futile
Everything is static;
And the gears are unmoving
Discrete and concrete
Everything is static;
Defibrillated and cold
Frozen, silver, and unbeating
Everything is static;
Calm and unnerving.
So will you melt shedding wings;
Will you shed melting hands;
Touch this vegetative-lined image;
Force the wheels in motion
06/04/2008 Posted on 06/04/2008
Copyright © 2025 Jared Orlando
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| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/09/08 at 12:45 AM A philosophical view of the status quo from my perspective. It raises the question whether motion in and of itself is better! It is like change. But what kind of change and will it really be better? |
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