who has no ears when all the gods are calling?
who speaks without the word to sing?
who claims this time as now and ours alone?
who argues in a bell line that rings?
spiderweb and bitten,sliced in time segments
linear as skin,curved as river bend
bird caught in hunting season
every hope and dream an idea upon the wing
this trust is blind that breathes and sings and moves
toward as well as away from
these directions that we choose
as random as tomorrows still unpromised
radio is on but the stolen tunes of tomorrow
are community on the pirate band width
To hear ,you need all your attention
To get there requires focus
Body knows what the mind denies
Forget all pasts.This is our time.
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