so you think you can think

so you think you can think
one man against the onslaught
of history and change

you think you matter
when the pale stab you
for being the only one
not carrying arms

I see your burning grass
the soft ones dying in slow water
with too much sorrow in days
where one more is always wrong

I dare you to see the why
these words are all
I left behind time will grin at
in a here is all that goes to say

laugh with me see the curve
understanding can make
unfolding Is into I in you
drinking fascination

see me in the I of the you
in the raw window-shopping
when the I meandering
is the I going home




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-09-23 at 11:24

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