Saturday, July 08, 2006

James

There are no challenges now, and
Finish lines become meaningless,
Crowds cheering mundane things
--
A true race, the step
Beteeen moments
To vanish &
appear again.

The world, this: not solid enough,
Falling to pieces with a thought.
Steps are to anywhere, and I
Alone am free, unheld, walker
Through the idea of the world.
What is there that holds me?
Laws od reality -- broken.
Laws of man -- a joke.
And I walk, float, jump
Fly! --
Wish only not to fall.

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