i've sung to you at traffic lights,
accompanied by a fanfare of car horns.
all our lives:
intersected and interwoven.
longing the measurements
to cross over,
as our impatience
collides with travelers,
also lost
without an atlas,
all so concerned
with where they are going
and not where
they are.
inspecting fashion and make up
in rear view mirrors,
intoxicated;
by how they appear,
and not by who
they are.
so it is there,
in our most rushed hour,
i ask that you
hold us still,
in suspense
of your orchestration.
Jul 22, 2010
Jul 22, 2010 at 8:05 AM UTC
i've sung to you at traffic lights,
accompanied by a fanfare of car horns.
all our lives:
intersected and interwoven.
longing the measurements
to cross over,
as our impatience
collides with travelers,
also lost
without an atlas,
all so concerned
with where they are going
and not where
they are.
inspecting fashion and make up
in rear view mirrors,
intoxicated;
by how they appear,
and not by who
they are.
so it is there,
in our most rushed hour,
i ask that you
hold us still,
in suspense
of your orchestration.
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