taking form in a digital sea,we cry to feel our feet
jumping to the places we go,
leaped gaits,reaped gates
slalom a dance,follow them chances
when you can,lightning in a bottle
is a myth outside the observer
outside the places
where time clocks in
and you feel
each ticking beat
with tied kept feet
the binds of surrender
only cripple the faith of
those who never believe
while a lucky few,and
element gatherers too
can watch old type-setters
dancing for ghosts
on modern cobblestone
in a black and white
bleed the color in world
their vintage old is
our new pretend
to sparkle the bare
and render the light,
send its signal
as far as we can
see at night
the Earth is
a spinning rock
that carries
water home
like we do
when we write
to open our hearts
and close our eyes
we carry letters in tides
in our passage poems
chanted filamented whispers
above the waves,strewn
in the littered remains
that memories crawl-comb
stories back to the sand with
waiting on the gravity
of our whirring parts to stop
at the feel of warm rain again
when the exhales of each sound
becomes straight lines,swirls and bends
tell us to tine this period,to punctuate a mark
where fingernails have clawed
and climbed into another body's begin
EJR (c)
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