Waiting is been
Waiting for a word
I Never heard
A word that
lie in
between the lines
Of a poem that died
Seconds before
it materialized
Like a foreign sound from
An unknown town
-it
makes the earth go 'round and
around
A chair in her room was
a tower
From where she was watching
She peeled through the
window
And spinned
Opened the door, said;
Come inside
Do you see what you like
Do you like what you see
Do you
see what you like
Do you like what you see
Come walk with me
for a while
My child
There's a word I have heard
And it's
deeply absurd
-The rhythm among you and the
rhythm within, have
traveled 'long
the same road while you've
wondered where you've
been.
The seed of an old star
Is the beat of a new
The stones
you choose to turn
Holds the one's the karma about you earn
And if boredom is joy, you're a
Stranger - a toy in
the hands of
the few
Of the one's you once knew
If it's all just a
game-
Every day remains the same
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