A comet hailed fire at the pit of an alley
the alley was in the back of my guitar
which was laying on the floor
inside a house
that stood all alone within the range of some other stranded houses
The reaction I get from it now looking back
has something to do with the way of things
is that the boy, and the girl, and all of us here that are alone
which we all are
just stand around and wait on these things to happen
I saw something very important in bright green letters that caught my eyes
they were on the cover of a book, that was taken from someone's fingertips, that belonged to the hands of a selfish and loving human being
I hear these things
they sounds like
gentle crashes
a snap in the synapses of the universe
a beating or a thrumming in the middle of an old familiar song
If you listen you can hear it too
to you it might sound like god
but I never really talked about it like that
listen
a strand of phone wire is melded to one building connecting another
two voices vibrate and play
one says,
"if you ask me it's all about the way we adapt"
that's right
the other says"I'd say that it is motion, a circle and a train"
coming down the tracks, the alarm is sounding now
you are buckled down
your feet cannot move
cemented
buckled
cemented
can't move even if you try
and a loud sound fills your ears
the sounds of a train coming
towards you
over you
soon, very soon
you fall
backwards
you wake up
the adaptation of this is new
going forward is something undiscovered
feet crunch on gravel as one foot falls after the other
and the progress is in motion and the motion will not stop
instead of falling you are rhythmically dancing
pushing your feet down
pulling strings from no where and connecting them with your hair, your fingers, this paintbrush, that car
you weave in and you weave out as if in the state of design
the state of mind is
synchronicity
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Submission Name: About Forward
