everything floats up
down & out
the bubble beyond the lip
a passing mist
a shadow of a doubt
a spring sprout
seconds washed in energy
a dripping time bomb
sheer will of force
sheer will of thought
hands on 'static
feed the clock
tend the flock
always over the shoulder
fairness is fate
and we all got a date
in the sky
1 Comments:
...but will we all fly?
yes, I enjoy this one
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