Life's Mixture
I sit in a nexus,
pulled by instinct,
by conformity,
by inspiration,
driven to the path
by exterior components
and happenstance,
the perfect equation
for coincidence,
the exact calculation
for this instance,
tasting
of a mixture
of déjà vu
and spiritual divination,
to be the student
or the teacher,
the true path of life,
to speak
or listen.
The breeze carries so much,
downward spirals,
daunting plateaus
inspiring elevations,
experienced
by all creations,
background,
and frontman,
scenery,
and the show.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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