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Monday, June 4, 2012
Not asking why, but not
Not asking why, but not
Surrendering the cause
To have found a clearing
Not solving Life, a pause
In this moment, surely
Passing time will erase
I can feel my breathing
And I can sense my place
The sunlight through my door
The sunlight through my door
Moves slowly on the floor
And soon will be no more
I love you in this day
The hardships we’re facing
It seems like we’re racing
And the World’s erasing
The sunlight never stays
Barely moving inches
Barely moving inches
With miles of hills to go
I can’t see my future
As if my eyes were closed
So here I am dreaming
Up in the atmosphere
Where hawks fly in circles
My path becomes more clear
Nothing particular
Nothing particular
It’s just another day
Skyscrapers now empty
Their people on their way
And there is no new news
It is now half past eight
Cardinals are calling
Hurry, it’s getting late
If I had the answers
If I had the answers
Would I write them in stone
Would I use word of mouth
State them in a poem
Would the World understand
Would people call them lies
Would they celebrate Truth
Or just keep asking why
Unlikely destiny
Unlikely destiny
Unfortunate distance
An uprooted sapling
That met with resistance
Here’s a great blue heron
My inland albatross
Ribbons of road for me
And miles of land to cross
Saturday, June 2, 2012
And Carl's fog is here (Variation)
And Carl’s fog is here
I ask myself the why’s
For I only think of you
That graces us then dies
And photographs from space
Bring awe of great, but not
How small we are, like fog
That’s here and then forgot
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