finding faces
I dared not get any closer after almost slipping into the cold creek the other day. As I stood and watched, the flow of water would swirl beneath the tiny piece of ice and offer up a smile to the imaginative. Pulsing like a beacon reminding the pre-occupied to stay right here now.
inside the place that has the shape
ever-changing in order to be something
nothing we could 'throw a stick' for
original fades away
within the random chaos of decay
evolves a new face
posted by dave at 11:45 PM
3 Comments:
figuratively. yes.
but literally. no. stay away from the edge, bro.
No worries, I am not an edge-dancer when it comes to cold fast-running creeks, however I do like to do a pirouette or two along the razor edge of sanity ha ha ha ha, oops ...!!
meee toooo.....
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