Patterns

Breaking free is understanding
the gravity we are subject to
Alternating and turning away
Books and tablets are carved in stone,
prescribing the past, the present and future
It’s just a meditation we have
We watched the undulations, kicking,
rolling across the surface
with such intensity as if to say
‘this is what you will become’
He and I, she and I, and we wait
Watching tension boiling over
and agreeing the surface was buckling –
designed internal combustion
We walked as if to know
ourselves and our delusions
Trailing far off in the distance,
like beaming menacing headlights
Effective Presentation
Projecting failures out into the future
Stacks of cards lined up across the table
in rows, you just can’t make them straight
Rationalizations in the key of existence
and heads in the damp dark clouds
The scanner shows it sinking,
but logistics surely lead the way
from the show into the storm
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