impact of messages senses must derange
what rejoices marks a kinship with the past
what's most familiar becomes most strange
emotions and sensations will arrange
into those shapes that potters may cast
impact of messages senses must derange
with no respectfulness signals will exchange
with symbols that pass by our vision fast
what's most familiar becomes most strange
the job of cultivation keeps going at the grange
meanwhile the ship's boy stands before the mast
impact of messages senses must derange
you hold things back we give our hopes their range
in between horrors we all will have a blast
what's most familiar becomes most strange
rejecting all stability what we embrace is change
we know that life and light just will not last
impact of messages senses must derange
what's most familiar becomes most strange
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
24 March 2007
right mindfulness
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