Wednesday, November 4, 2009

45*21

the apple falls from the tree
the tree is not far behind this time
the apple is blind to it's destiny
or is it they wonder staring up into something
they guess they gather some meaning of
it holds them in this mystery
and soon it fades as mystery
the closet of many unopened doors
the channel in which we tuned
the floating and swirling
of perfect nature scenes
the apple falls from its place
an unknown entity this time
a gross mistake we take for some idea
that we call ours but in truth is the glue
coming undone in the groaning upholstery
this chance appearance, the gross negligence
the tree is not knowing as much as it's known
it holds them wondering and those stars
it's captured are in nature a gross mistake
and that is when we have our second take

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