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Chimera
Stacking cups,
Slowly at first
then later at speed,
Dropping marbles
so they slide into the others
with transfered energy
and with apathetic tendency
I watch and learn
I speak to discern
my ways and systems,
I list them
on stationary
on walls
on hard drives
on stone
and telephone cord
connected highway,
I believe in everything
you have to say to me,
I want the truth
to be as beautiful
as you are
but to be as sharp
as a bust of needles
in your likeness,
Fight this feeling
Fight these people
Come with teeth
Come baring all
and in the end
we can stand together in storms
placing wild illusion
next to docile hands
and stroke the hourglass
till time eludes us,
Leaves us
in our space filled grace
