out the door to divergent fields
I want to know if these are my footprints-
not a scripted re-enactment of the past
nor mere projections of possible futures
So i wait.Hours,days,weeks-for some sign
that says these paths are individual as death
Then i begin.To think.To feel.To activate.To walk
All of this happens in suspended timezones-
as in a movie with severe special effects-slowmo
steps towards crossroads and intersections
where decisions need be made-which way?why?
I am never truly sure-so fly with the prevailing currents
winged again,flapping as fast as i can!Landed,winded,
astonished at the landscape and geography of choices,
i prefer fantasies of harmlessness,projections of goodwill and good health
When they coincide with others' perceptions,i grow glorious golden
When no affirmation,i shrink wrap smaller
Every thing is motion.Nothing certain.Like sharks and salesmen,
i must move to survive.The stock here is energy and time.Both limited!
Should you find more available,i will buy!Until Zen,here and now
I commit only to my own footprints-carbon or otherwise
as they leap from cloud to cloud-into limitless skies....
TRANCE FORMATIONS
Rejecting collectivization(via individual choice
Letting the past glow(not looking back
Nor needing a future to justify this moment
Withdrawing from military/engaging culturally
Each precious person a whole uni-verse
Every breath a songline,every death is ours
SOMEONE YOU KNOW BELIEVES
in progress/god/cities/money/power/fame/careers/getting ahead
if you let those beliefs go-what else is there?
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