Sunday, May 2, 2010

Pull to Stop...

Forward motion, slowed by request;
this movement, your savior,
a signaled reminder resurrecting existent time,
like the morning's alarm, ignored warnings,
fading into attenuated schedules, shadowing
a disenchanted evening mind; waking
from dreams, now lighting passed junctures...
"Oh shit," you say...realization,
echoing doubt through all souls, suddenly
summoning attention, inhabiting thoughts...
What have I missed?


  1. Indeed, the same. It fosters all kinds of creativity. Who would have thought it?