let us twist around each other,
like the moonshine around its shadows.

soft-spoken syllables are all we need,
to show our compassion, lust and greed.

we thrive in the nighttime,
under dusk's dark, glass eye...

yet always comes the sunshine,
and with it, i bid you goodbye.

but, why?
as a million reasons run through your head
pondering what could be enough to justify your motive,
one after the other are quickly discarded,
for the pinch-hitting surprise attack has just arrived.
why not?

rolling thunder crashed above,
graceful as the shifting wings of a dove.
yet mixed with white fire streaking
down from the Heavens, surely not out of love.
not hate,                                          not pain,
not guilty,                       no shame,
not right,         not wrong,
not biased, no aim.
rolling thunder turned machine,
riddling the supposed time-scape between
it and white lightning. one second,
one mile, so they say, now means nothing to me.
i ran,        one man,
six streaks,         six stands,
no chance?                        we'll see,
these bolts               can't               catch me.*

I
awoke,
just another
dream on the
beach.

imagine trust just like a length of string.
for each time it is       b        o              e
                                       ­             r           k               n,
a new knot is tied, putting trust in a sling.
and with each new knot, twisted over and around,
trust becomes shorter...
it's temper unsound.

competition.
                                                    ­                           the art of                                                     discrimination.
its product, the

inferior,
whether by speed, smarts, billiards or darts.
(a race to the end-all 'i am victorious')

a winner and a loser,
for a stalemate cannot be met with ease
when such players practice with expertise.

rebellion, revolution.
two words that can stand alone
when we all stand together.

i feel an uprising of the subordinate few,
growing and brewing beneath our very shoes.
who had a clue? maybe i, but you?