Outside the Box ---For Chan
No use pretending to stars that seek
They seem to know where genius sleeps
I hear the sound, but not of harps. Instead the angels play guitar,
I hear them tap their feet to rock, and shake the world below
Like something out of Star Wars...... outside the box
We've been out-foxed. We weren't prepared, to say goodbye just yet
No use pretending to the pitch of sleep
that we can squeeze each puzzle piece, to fit within our boxed-in dream
We were not prepared with lamp or light, to be awake to genius minds
But if we could bring our dreams alive, we'd think outside the closed-box mind
We would have to think, The Rhymer's dream, ...and set the box aside
Our brother could...., while no one would
The "geek", some say, is still inside our open minds
The "geek" I think, is still alive,
in each and every archive of where the soul survives
In pentagrams, each token. kind, a euphoric open mind
In optical illusions, akin to Tolkien's prime
A clipping ripped from headlines, he somehow made it fit
the scheme of things, within a frame, yet still not box him in?
To paste, and form the change of pace, until we're torn in two
then re-arranged, stir common sense, and change our point of view
The artistry he kept alive, is genius we all seek......he lit the torch, and reached the peak
that we may never touch
He lit the torch, and made us think, a bit......outside the box
In Honor Of Chan
For Cyndi 11/10/14
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