Destroyer of Intensities

Destroyer of Intensities

A Poem by WastedTime
"

the Nothing's locked in motion... the Scenery is dancing

"

Sit a spell and watch the weather

Unfold quietly; here comes spring

Watch the leaves grow, plant some grass

Eat a sandwhich in a field, feel the wind blow

Over you, motionless

"S**t!", sometimes I say; in time I have to mobilize

Run or walk or sprint or jog, this depends upon the weather

Folding chairs in the station wagon

Watch a map, smell some burning rubber


Inertia kills intensity

Rather

Inertia steals intensity


When you run to avoid the scenery

Or sprint to reach the end

An annihilator of intensities

Inertia kills intensity


You may sit a spell again

Enjoy the grass again

Admire the weather once more

Hold hands with some scenery

In between

Trajectories spanning epochs time

Forgotten more times than remembered


It's true

That all is motion

We the scenery

Emoting in motion


This poem both is, and is not, a lie

How can that be I struggle

And I say things like...

Inertia is intensity

Everything is temporary

Nothing still has energy


We never cease the dancing

We are the energy

The stuff that's making scenery

A scenery that dances

The epitome of everything

All reason for the dancing

And this reason warms the cold

Before the stillness becomes the dancing

Before becoming houses under the sea

Frozen in motion and dark scenery

© 2016 WastedTime


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WastedTime
WastedTime

Santa Monica, CA



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