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unknown factors

unknown factors

A Poem by Scott Lee

You hide ancient words
In tunnels
They run
Online
A power beast
Using quantum mechanics
Run by heart light.

People race around
Late for work

Do they ever know how powerful they are?

Ancient drawings
Etched by years
And faces climbing
Towards a watchdog perched high in star light,
Sitting like Kings
Observing boyhood legs
Running to oceans,
miles and miles of long sentences
Flying like spring rivers
Too fast to swim in
But we try anyway
A moment to relive
Only the best of
Times.

We jump out
From scriptures
In ghost light
Screaming
Long cries
For the cause of
red fiery freedom.
Whose urgent claw held us in trances,
A power beast in our bones,
Salivating at our young, tender throats.
We couldn't get away
We didn't want to
We didn't want to
Ever surrender or grow up their way, the way they wanted, joyless, cold, calculating, perverted in darker shades,
Running away from love,
Seeking money like a maniacal, sociopathic elite banker
Selfish and hell-bent
On rising numbers.

Who gives a flying f**k!!

We have enough.
Either way,
Something important and true sliced through our fingers
Making us eternally grateful.

Either way,

Ancient hands
Dragging
Oars
Through
Sweet
Moon-spackled
Waters
All their faces
Holding
That one moment,
Pouring out-
A galaxy born in diverse colors,
Forest night swimmers
Splashing through enchantment
Paddling in burning wonders
Nothing but laughter
And light trapped in our splashes
Our boat full of both-
Close to sinking.

We, us,
Belonging to nobody
A heavy-duty galaxy compacted
With everything inside us,
Chasing itself with mystery
We belong to this night,
We surge in electric lines
Glowing veins buzzing strong.

Looking past cages
Our wings escaping sudden capture.

We slipped out from our bedroom windows
Just for a chance to
Chase stars across the lake
And barely save ourselves from drowning.

A serial killer looking at us from the bushes, secretly plotting our death, changes his mind because of unknown factors.

Who knows?

Maybe, maybe not.

Ask the Ancient lake of wonder and enchantment.






© 2015 Scott Lee


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Added on February 19, 2015
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Scott Lee
Scott Lee

Ashland, OR



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