Relative Something

I wonder what a molecule of anticipation looks like.

What if it’s so big it doesn’t fit?

As if we could know where that raindrop has already been.

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There is no reason
for the phrase to turn
beyond the lyrical desperation
of intuitive rhythm and rhyme
as if a blistering double overtime
suddenly is metaphor
for entire lives
while mountains slump
famished weep
muscles flex
and that little bit of crud
still lodged under nail
holds evidence despite
lack of crime
the world watches
flash neon blinks of time
and warnings warn
or grant a glimpse
while knitting knots the yarn
there is moment
and there is moment
sometimes there is even time
having the good sense
to sense the good
comes in handy
let the blessings
gently alight

untitled… originally composed June 2002.

Digging through old random writings turns up bits and pieces of things both remembered and forgotten. Some, like this one, offer glimpses of non-sensical, discordant focus that seems to turn up in my writing time and again. I haven’t put much attention toward reworking past creations like this one, even though, upon revisitting, I don’t particular care for parts of it. This was an off the cuff grasp at something in my head at the time. I won’t say that old random writings don’t stand a chance of being reworked someday, but I don’t currently have the editor driving a motivation to make it happen. If I were writing it today, it would turn out differently…