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Saturday, June 08, 2013

The Mag -171 / We Have Never Known

Morris Graves - Walking, Walking, Singing in the Next Dimension? 1979



Eyes pressured by destinations beyond. 
Walking, walking, singing, chewing gum...
flight becomes the norm. Man becomes bird,
becomes one with air, the sky, and the heavens.

The mind in circles
spirals off to new heights
now we are the hawks
we are the song birds
we are the doves...

We calculate 
we praise
we seek a peace doesn't exist
but we know it is out there.

We have always been evolving,
becoming...

We have never known 
what we will be tomorrow. 



Michael A. Wells (c) 2013 


2 comments:

  1. I really enjoyed your poem! I like your idea of the mind seeking peace, evolving, but not knowing what is coming tomorrow.

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  2. Thanks Robyn. Glad you stopped by to read.

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