Beware you travelers who dare to wander
There’s nothing stable here
To keep you settled
In this dimension
Change is nothing but an engine
Metamorphosis – the U.S.S. Iowa
You can hear her guns roar
Like a July thunderstorm
Raining words the size of people

Here
Roads stretch both far and mighty
Into an horizon of endless fields
And colours – yes colours
You will see them
Learn their meaning in the blink of an eye
For here the speed is clean and natural
Creation and destruction in a simul’ role
Think of this poem as just an entranceway
For you the readers of the storm


© 1982
Inputted and revised © 2017

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08/20/2024

Author's Note: A repost from a few years back (2017), due to a bug here at Pathetic.org, that prohibits me from updating some but not all poems.

Posted on 08/20/2024
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