Sound is waves
Light is waves
Movement is dancing in time
Keep it organised in a single line
But don’t forget the river of time
Nor the mountain of momentum
You carry within
We come up next to
A Silly Sting Theory
And things get lost
Because no one knows
Just exactly how far this one goes
A pompom was made by an important friend
After I showed her how
Loop around a cardboard circle
Make it thick and make it tight
Squeeze the scissors in
Cut just the outside circle
Before you take the cardboard out
Take a string and go around
Tie it tight and make it trim
So it fits the rest and can blend in
What was one, now is many
She went away
And then came back
And showed me an amazing thing
Then she told me
“I made it for you, give it a shake, I put a bell inside”
It lives in a box
Just for now
I’ll find it a good home
Somewhere
Somehow
“When the planets and the stars and the moons align ‘just so’”
But a string can take on many forms.
A pompom
A torus
A lattice
A rope
And so much more
Mix up intent
Driven by need
A desire to be well received
Here is creation
And maybe
Just maybe
This time
A
Seed.
Walk the fine line of sanity
It’s ok though
I’ve been here before
This path is still well known
My footing is still sure
I always wanted to be an acrobat
I remember
Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 10:47 PM UTC
Sound is waves
Light is waves
Movement is dancing in time
Keep it organised in a single line
But don’t forget the river of time
Nor the mountain of momentum
You carry within
We come up next to
A Silly Sting Theory
And things get lost
Because no one knows
Just exactly how far this one goes
A pompom was made by an important friend
After I showed her how
Loop around a cardboard circle
Make it thick and make it tight
Squeeze the scissors in
Cut just the outside circle
Before you take the cardboard out
Take a string and go around
Tie it tight and make it trim
So it fits the rest and can blend in
What was one, now is many
She went away
And then came back
And showed me an amazing thing
Then she told me
“I made it for you, give it a shake, I put a bell inside”
It lives in a box
Just for now
I’ll find it a good home
Somewhere
Somehow
“When the planets and the stars and the moons align ‘just so’”
But a string can take on many forms.
A pompom
A torus
A lattice
A rope
And so much more
Mix up intent
Driven by need
A desire to be well received
Here is creation
And maybe
Just maybe
This time
A
Seed.
Walk the fine line of sanity
It’s ok though
I’ve been here before
This path is still well known
My footing is still sure
I always wanted to be an acrobat
I remember
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