To fill this scattered life with love, static.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Finding the constant in change -- love.

Submitted: June 19, 2011

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Like the last Live. I love you. Pause turn pass it on. I love you. God I love you, Jumping out of bed and Landing in a new heavenhell Each day New days, brand spankin' new days Are new rivers Raging in change but Contingent upon a static reality -

Our intelligible reality Of speculation, Of perspective, handicapped With human intentions With out natural provocations With bubble-trapped plane dimensions, Plain dimensions. New days, New crazy days, New disturbed little rivers We tread. Often stubborn in our pain And complicated plain, Human plane, We tread this Runaround River. We tread Desire and the likes We live in dynamics Yielded from static And we must Dynamically, incessantly maintain Love that is static


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