Friday, September 27, 2013

a fork in the road

the ivory tower, the ground at your feet;
talking to stars, marching down streets;
lying back on a boat, drifting – musing with the wind and clouds,
grabbing the rhino by the horns and steering it across the earth;

truthful yearning, mindless matter.

do you search for it, or stumble across it?

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