Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Tuesday Night Post # 45

Scattered Few,

"The closer I got to the reconstruction
 the farther she got"

The closer I got to the reconstruction
the farther she got
In a way I found what I was after
Not the truth but the way the truth makes us respond
But then the truth is the way we respond
Myself to the ground I followed the line
Every lovely curve
To every abrupt change
The lesson was in the way
I had to shift to fall into the groove
On time nestled
another split apart
Just as I was a child knowing not when to let up
Things broke and several pieces went a missing
Union came not at the moment
Union is not a definition
Union was the memory there after

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