Stop—
Right there.
Turn your head,
spread your hair
Listen—
that’s the sound of your life,
past you
it passed you
it won and it’s waiting.
Let yourself be seized,
your features locked up in time
Thoughts and dreams—
dust particles escaping
in a flash of false illumination.
Are you startled?
They belong to the universe now
A mistake in the aperture,
a moment interrupting life’s pulse
Turn your head,
spread your hair
adjust your pose
and stretch your smile
What beauty will you etch
on time’s memory?
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
Stop—
Right there.
Turn your head,
spread your hair
Listen—
that’s the sound of your life,
past you
it passed you
it won and it’s waiting.
Let yourself be seized,
your features locked up in time
Thoughts and dreams—
dust particles escaping
in a flash of false illumination.
Are you startled?
They belong to the universe now
A mistake in the aperture,
a moment interrupting life’s pulse
Turn your head,
spread your hair
adjust your pose
and stretch your smile
What beauty will you etch
on time’s memory?
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