Wednesday, February 12, 2014

m e d i c i n e

sometimes songs just speak to you.

bodies on consignment.
return them to the circus,
and what is the purpose?
what is the purpose and would you believe it?
would you believe it if you knew what you were for,
and how you became so informed.
bodies of info performing such miracles.
i am a miracle made up of particles
and in this existence,
i’ll stay persistent,
and i’ll make a difference
and i will have lived it. 

i go back and forth every single day.
the clarity that comes to me in a choppy way,
as the feelings
and the places
and the seasons change,
the galaxies remain.
energy fields cone the body in space.
the angels that are coming from a spiritual waste.
the hate that gets me distant from my spiritual pace.

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