Destroyer of IntensitiesA Poem by WastedTimethe Nothing's locked in motion... the Scenery is dancingSit 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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Added on May 9, 2016 Last Updated on May 9, 2016 AuthorWastedTimeSanta Monica, CAAbout"...the light that gave you glory will take it all away..." Crucible respect supersedes all other respect "There is music that sounds from the street" share the absence of yours with mi.. more..Writing
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