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A Question 8/30/12

Updated on August 30, 2012
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A Question



Wrestling with mortality on bright lithium


I take steps back and forth or whatever is given them


Sometimes stars collide and burst in glee


Under the guise of trips on ecstasy


Or a mighty wind sweeps here and there


Hesitation finds its musical chair


Depending on what’s wrong with this:


“How does gravity give its kiss?”


Perhaps we weren’t really here before


And skipped the stream of black-hole pores


Did adhesion and cohesion really exist


If we didn’t love the next dimension’s fist?


Electric impulses run around like rats


In a maze built by mystic cats


And the purpose of the strategy?


Our fathers say “Son, we’ll see.”


More so diamonds crushed under heaps of time


Are judges of the Zodiac’s design


Religion plays hide and seek


For the elementally weak


If not for circles, circles spinning away


Nature is sure, and She is gay


Individuals are holy and so happily skewed


Each lifetime they come unglued


This sticky substance will never be seen


For eyes are blind to what life’s in cream


To the catcher’s mitt and striking bat


Of where children hang their hat.




-Mike Head (8/30/12)



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