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tommyhawk
03-16-2005, 09:50 PM
Quickly run to beat the day
Haste, the time of imbalance
And reach the home of content
Within the walls inside

Serene the sun it’s crowning blaze
Bathes the hillside hardened stone
From which the plant of life arises
And scrapes for nourishment

So too the traveler’s ride
On the bluish rock in space
Braves the harsh, the heat, the time
To make it through another day

For purpose of the world hides
From the eyes of all who pride their kind
Inside outside upside down
Beyond the horizon can’t be found

To see is to be wary
Under the overhead falseness
Toward the new day, the canopy
Of harboring weight dispels the shoulder’s load

So see and believe with mind on the steer
For thee is the wanting magic tryst
Under whelm at the obviously bright
And be the beauty the hides not completely from your eyes.
---Tom 3/16/2005

Deliriumyes
03-19-2005, 10:30 AM
Very deep, Tom. I had to keep coming back to re-read it, and I'm still not sure I "get" everything. Thanks for making me think.