Wisps
i wonder why we are always plagued by the sense of disappointment
with others
everything can float with currents so nicely and then
a gesture
a statement
an intonation
entropy rears itself into the equation
this longing for a prefect match
instilled with wit and calamity
is a hobo's dream of sleeping on train tracks
with only roller skates riding on the rails
can we move beyond our sense of reproach
when it comes to judgement
there are many stories far more entertaining than those we fancy
as conversation worthy
yet the strangling tangle of intertwined intermittent word chunks
interferes with the perpindicular angle we need to connect
the parallel lines of thought have proven to be
perpetually disconnected
so what does a biped do to prevent the disorder of a bifurcated soul
how does a sloth rip the talon off the ghost bird
when we speak as limbic wisps clinging to an energy flux
the songs of the forgotten choir are spilling through outstreched digits
reverie of long passed friends who hear the cloud orchestra
gives me the hope that i can move through all of this
with the grace of a child kissing a promise
in this there is infinity
Copyright © Dennis Sheffer | Year Posted 2010
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