Random Occurrences,
How exciting a
change in tempo becomes. Some fall
to every beat, myself I search the next.
A fine line occurs between free spirit and reckless action. To destroy this box I search for
it. In a room with no walls I will
find it…until then let the choices fall in the order we have to choose.
-DBL
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Transposed from the Geometric
Left a temple to
touch this foot
Seventh of the
strand of this rope
He did see but once
An offer from this
one of the other
From a position
which she sat
Head tilled neck a
sway
She smelled the
flower that was not hers
In an image the
back of a hand
Swam across the
arch of this position
The eyes they tried
but never wandered past
The hazel ones
Which were honest
Open with the
pressure of neglect
She often seemed to
belong to the company of herself
Everyone had a
share of this impression sitting on a shelf
In the same room
they dissolved into fluid smoke
Two colors of
distinct
Sharing each a tail
of discreet
In a small chamber
of this draw
Few things hid
Few things hid
Two flew in the air
of unnecessary thought
What is there but
the next foot to drop
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