It hits me,
Like the rush of a tympani
Unexpected, often missed,
Often lost.
Mind pushing back,
Pulling forth
Crescendos,
I do not fear you,
I could not love you.
And I certainly don't
wait for you.
An even change of direction,
Acceleration.
Arms, legs, heart;
Just one more stroke,
One last, desperate
Passion -
Synchronicity.
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 7:45 PM UTC
It hits me,
Like the rush of a tympani
Unexpected, often missed,
Often lost.
Mind pushing back,
Pulling forth
Crescendos,
I do not fear you,
I could not love you.
And I certainly don't
wait for you.
An even change of direction,
Acceleration.
Arms, legs, heart;
Just one more stroke,
One last, desperate
Passion -
Synchronicity.
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