The PrOgrRessioN and aLLowancE of MoveMent:

by F.I. - Cancer

I will bury with me
an undestructible key.
she- 
no she-
I am confronted once again 
by distance amend,
by love at chance,
by love at a glance.
I am free as God's creature
to roam, to hide, and feature.
You there.
Your beautiful hair.
You there.
Breathing the mature air.
You there.
Trying to forget - ah, dare.

Floating and flying,
falling and dying.
Chasing and dreaming,
constantly leaving.

Stealthily planning each detail
trying heartedily not to pull the tail.
Figuring it all out
knowing; full of doubt.
Eyes- mine wide open
your heart turned with pride.
My heart lingers towards it
yet it is held concentrated, lit.
I grow tired of confusion.
I grow tired of my self-created illusion.
I just want to love
not magnificent, like a dove.

Floating and flying,
falling and dying.
Chasing and dreaming,
constantly leaving.

My heart transfixes for a moment or two
merely awaiting a sign of you.
We can not change--
nothing seems in range.
We can not fight. 
No supply of might.
No cause
just tightened jaws.
Hard looks,
forlorn crooks.
Each passing through 
the fuck if they knew.
My teeth hurt from the bite they hold
we were younger then and wished to grow old.
Take time and bottle it up
then casually pour it from pitcher to cup.
Sip slowly from this time,
for it is the only of its kind.
You think you have it all under control
living your puny little life so comfortable.
Thinking you know what it is you want,
no even knowing what supplis you hunt.
Chasing unforseen thoughts so far
as to thicken the life form mixed in a jar.
Forced to do this,
forced consistently to miss,
forced to live and forced to die.
Forced to close your eyes, swallow, and let it die.
Birth sign: Cancer
Date created: 2000-06-14 02:36:58
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:42:23
Poem ID: 56580

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