ever glance at the sky
and watch the clouds race
then later they've altogether stopped
and you can feel the
ground shift and ricochet you
off the skin of the world
like rain on a windshield
in a thousand mile an hour wind?
the caroming globe could shake
us all like dust off a carpet
with the slightest hesitation
yet i still feel powerful
and i have no reason.
the concept of strength cannot
hold the weight of the earth
but i still feel the need to push
despite the futility
and absurdity of it all.
the bar will not bend, but
I will dance on it till I die
and continue the carom
into oblivion ad infinitum.

03/20/2019

Posted on 03/20/2019
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