The Sensual Curves of Space and Time
Forget progress stampede spelled in linear time
Money blues will destroy your very climb
Instead, see life as a squirrel hopping
Brazenly from branch to twig
or a troop of lions meditating
in the lush jungle heat
We are animals as well
Despite society's dizzy spell
Our heart churn
With the sun and gravity
All the same
Not as lost children
But now adults we can reclaim
The power and mystery of life
Indulging in the wandering curves
Poised between November rain
Awaken body, mind, heart, and nature as well
We need every piece
In the grand composition
As we reach through the looking glass
Into our chosen future
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