GROOVE


When creation finds its groove
The balance emerges as champion
Harmony cleanses our virulent rage
Levels out the shattering noise
Fills the void with newly spun thread
Free formed weavings of our breathing
A bright and new beginning
A hope held in one hand
Tossed like a pair of dice
Click click ticketytack click
Remember to continue creating
Manifest the happily ever after of our tenure

Where has the time gone?
For such an illusory invention it always seems to fly

(Your wings have risen)

What?

(Your wings have risen upon your back)

They have?

(Silence)

Have they?

(Soar with the eagles)

Yes

(Silence)

When creation finds its groove
The balance emerges as champion



© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


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