Toward Slow Motion

I could dance if you ask me to recognize

when we stood alone we were the same

and now tonight, who would seek the wise,

who might find the other has crystal eyes.


How often would we shatter an elusive game

inside lies, suggestive reality

the order of Man called upon we tame

idle philosophy, scrutinized name.


spiritual in ability

forgetful the heart of the orderly

manner we decidedly sweep sanity

beyond the dust and cloud, a travesty.


wakeful cry follows an autumn concern

perhaps new, alight gray matter discern

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