Yes.
I am an anchor
the heavens tug at the end of my rope,
And one day they'll lift me
and rip me apart
and take of their cloak
and sing...
"We are smoke, and the clown,
and the talk of the town,
And if you so choose
We can take you back down
To revel and writhe
amidst the hopeful and meek
But we hoped to have you
hang here for a week,
To be in explosive awe
Of infinite abandon,
To be with the all
like a puddle to stand in
To feel all the mud 'tween your excellent toes
To know of the source from which everything grows,
To see all the light from which everything glows,
To be all of the ways that everything goes,
To know of the earth,
And of humanity,
Yet be in the throes..."
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC
Yes.
I am an anchor
the heavens tug at the end of my rope,
And one day they'll lift me
and rip me apart
and take of their cloak
and sing...
"We are smoke, and the clown,
and the talk of the town,
And if you so choose
We can take you back down
To revel and writhe
amidst the hopeful and meek
But we hoped to have you
hang here for a week,
To be in explosive awe
Of infinite abandon,
To be with the all
like a puddle to stand in
To feel all the mud 'tween your excellent toes
To know of the source from which everything grows,
To see all the light from which everything glows,
To be all of the ways that everything goes,
To know of the earth,
And of humanity,
Yet be in the throes..."
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