Time Movements Internal clocks keeping time all their own, ticking out of synch with movements smooth and rough, Bodies still searching, minds still wondering, souls still reaching. Today is but tomorrow, yesterday forgotten while clocks remind us hourly nothing waits too long. Stop and it keeps moving, trampling, trudging, trekking, trickling, but moving, moving, moving. Anticipate,oh but quickly, jerky movements, tranquil peace. Thinking of infantile diversion, juvenile distraction, places, people, boundless laughter, pure, simple, lasting. Thinking of powerful commitments, promises kept, yet broken in pieces to be known only by names and dates and times. Thinking of peace and pain, intertwined and detached, allied and removed from daily routine, persistent reality, prayers and curses. Thinking of brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, friends, enemies, alive, dead, loved, unwanted, known, forgotten, discovered, squandered. Knowing yesterday, knowing today, knowing tomorrow, a decade, a century, no changes within, all changes without. Knowing hate, knowing love, knowing brotherhood and sisterhood, still wanting, still hoping, but knowing. Picture mountains, lilly-perfect, greenish-yellow, majestic monotony, imposing, pliable, commanding, supple. Picture dewdrops, lucid, matchless, gently plunging, rolling, caressing, all-encompassing, exacting naught. Picture children, mirthful, sobbing, rainbows in motion, guileless lies, notable oblivion, worldly significance. Reach for all, arms outstretched to universal regions, beyond conceived boundaries, to altitudes not yet recognized, not yet witnessed, Known by mountains, aged and broken, Known by dewdrops, spent and dry, Known by children, weary and wrinkled, searching, wondering, reaching.
Reason for writing:
Study in Whitman.
Birth sign: Virgo
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