(most of Life Is About Restraint)
You are a partner in time
(You are not the victim. You are the director.)
Moving along the corrugated line.
We must live in the heavens
(Love is everything.)
As the inner compass becomes your entire world.
But then there goes the cannonball.
(Oh, how you watch you move as cannonball!)
The mighty dense thought,
The fatal blow
Rushing along
The corrugated line.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2009
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