Loxotic

By veggiewolf Catch the view with a side-light;
A ghost of a thought in a never-ending story
Can make me think that I’m not here, though
My feet are on the ground.
Hear a voice from behind me;
Turn to comment but it’s gone, gone, down in the gloaming.
I set my wandering mind to a
Riddle without answer.
I think that I can be;
I know that I can be;
I know that I will be
More than the sum of my parts.
Can I taste in the mirror
All of the possibilities of my dreaming self?
Bury my toes in the loam, and feel
My essence flows down, deep.
Can I know what my job is?
What kind of tool I am meant to be for your pleasure?
Don’t lose myself in the tiresome
Tribulation. I know.
I think that I can be;
I know that I can be;
I know that I will be
More than the sum of my parts.
When the dewdrops catch
On your glistening strands,
I lock my trust in a box and hand it over.
Careless toss of a whisper,
In a phrase that’s not meant for complex understanding;
Carry myself to each endless hole,
To somehow mend the tears.
From a glimpse, I see shadow,
And I hear as you caution me in your silent way.
But there’s pride in the endless gazing;
I cannot run and …read more

Source: Fluid Morality

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