Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Faith in static

One must be this
While being that
Black and bathed in light
Round curves made of straight line
This is the way
Where paths meet, draw, divide
Creating more way
Crisscrossing
Meandering away
Sideway
Right of way
Across
Away

The way is change
The way serves change
As all does
As nothing is designed to
The revolving electron sings with it
While the wind whistels its name
Tides churn to the notion
Of never not moving
Moons ride the highway of its goverend will
Slaves within its prime directive

Still an enemy of certain
Against happy moments
An end to every dance
To begin
New, uncharted, variables

The eqaution to all mysteries simply is itself
The effect of a cause
Created not to be solved
Not to be the question
To be both
None
All
Not
Never
Always

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