Saturday, October 25, 2014

spinning sticks


for many years
perfected along my fingertips
the beat is but an afterthought
if once the spinning sticks are caught
I wish I was a younger old
quick answers bought, quick reasons sold
and pain would song inside my heart
not under my feet inside my sole
as I trudge through leaves and day
trying to hold the rules in lead
as I walk around motionless
learning music from sound, truth from gray


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