The wind is all wound up and coils waiting outside Crackling as it sparkles with electricity Looks like we could be in for one hell of a ride On a moonlit magic carpet of destiny With dusk long forgotten and with no dawn in sight I can feel the fabric of relativity
The stars are flashing cryptic messages tonight Will they be understood? Well we must wait and see Until then all we can do is enjoy the sight Linear captives of nonlinearity
Embattled but emboldened as we grope toward light Shattered in a thousand shards spread across the sky Scattered by the wind in a rude liberation In which the moon and stars and you and I must fly Stirred by the storm in the fever of creation Which work is not complete and which can never be
The wind is all wound up and coils waiting outside I think it might be fun to take it for a spin Looks like we could be in for one hell of a ride On the roulette wheel but we have to spin to win
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Regis
Great Feelings expressed Steve
AS it spins! Life will go on *( Hopefully BETTER in everyway )
Warm HuGs,Sheee
Fee
This is so well-written. Enjoyed this!!!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Susan
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