Lost
Fistful of released,
Coins in the raining,
Beautiful tone,
Striking the wooden counter.
Twisting in turns standing.
Heads or tail,
Will be the end of enteraining.
Closely in paying attention to what is being spoken,
In the box step of the spin,
Amuzed in meaningless.
What fascination in drifting.
Matter beyond what,
Only enjoying a measureful spoon of time from the parallel of this world.
Copyright © Mark Hansen | Year Posted 2006
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