Sunday, January 27, 2013

That's Life

Much mud to navigate.
Splattered onto words.

Emote (emotion mined
from events) and
adhered to....

What did I know?
Sunshine and rain
and a slideshow of
people’s alter-music.

Separated from who
I am yet adhering to
the montage.

Like moonlight dripping
from the eaves of dawn.
Dawning.  A secret revealed.

Mathematics is a sentence
progressing.  Predictable.
Tears are not so restrained
by a predicated outcome.

There is no preface
just lines drawn commingling
events not associated with
a navigable destination.

What kind of building block is mud?

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