It’s so hard to believe

When you stop to think about it.
Out of all the possible outcomes
From an infinite garden of combinations
In an endlessly furious ocean of time
We find ourselves here and now.
We find ourselves finding each other.

(dtn)

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Time and the river

They say time is a river
But time is the boulders
Around which we flow.
Time is the endless horizon
And we the shifting sands.
Our oldest companion,
Our first enemy, always.
They say time
++waits for no one
But without us
++time couldn’t be;
Time gives us purpose.
As payment, we do the same.

(dtn)

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Catching fire

Take a break
It’ll do you good

Break a leg
Not literally

Hoof it up
But feet off the table

Catching fire isn’t easy
Nor is tracing shadows

Stop and think
Smell the roses

Give it a rest
Get it off your chest

Catching fire isn’t easy
Especially in the rain

(dtn)

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That’s the beauty of it all

You never see it coming
Like thunderclaps in spring

And when you do,
++there’s nothing you can do
Like a storm at sea

That’s the beauty of it all
Like time unforgiving
Like time with no memory

(dtn)

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Can you hear it?

Can you hear the clouds
++tumbling overhead?
They go thump thump
++just before daybreak.

Can you hear the sea
++breathing in the distance?
It goes fiff foff on
++the gently passing breeze.

Can you hear tomorrow
++brewing in the sunset?
It goes on and on and on
++like forgotten dreams.

(dtn)

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Sometime soon

Smother me in raindrop pillows
and I’ll wake a man anew,
but cover me in layers of sorrow
and I’ll drown in sweet regret.

Sometime soon I’d like to hear
all about all you’ve ever seen,
but go ahead and take your time,
make the story worth your while.

You might only ever get one telling.

(dtn)

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When it all comes down

I look up at it all coming down
In rivets of tears and thunder,
Anxiously echoing applause
Torn from marching gray clouds
As if to welcome in hunger.

When it all comes down
We’ll be left dancing alone
Among so many lonely raindrops,
But from afar it will be an ocean
With us left to sink or swim.

Let the storm come what may,
For what choice do we ants have
But to forfeit to hope and time
Waiting to be undone from above
Under the weight of feet unseen?

Somewhere far off there’s a storm,
Somewhere where waves are born,
Travelers in time unaware of tomorrow,
And still we’ll be left dancing alone,
But alone together, untethered and free.

(dtn)

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