Swing

The Pendulum swings to keep time, keep time, hold it fast.
But I swing to lose it.
Send it running, spinning, swinging,
I care not where,
so long as it has gone from me.
Minutes, seconds, hours have no place
on this swing
of the pendulum.
I am lost between the heavens
and Earth,
trapped in sheer, free bliss.
I do not lose more, it is I that is lost.
I am just a swing,
I am only momentum,
I am
not.





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Jonah said...
Jun. 16, 2010 at 7:50 pm

This is some really deep stuff - to be honest, the one about the lobsters kinda hurt my head (although it's pretty damn good), but that could just be because I need to read more.

For whatever reason, Tunnel Vision is seriously one of the most powerful thing's I've read in quite a while.

Where do you get your inspiration for your poems? I'm really impressed (and I'm in a creative slump right now).

 
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