Spiral OutA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
Maynard James Keenan tells us
to ride the spiral while sipping a glass of Caduceus, and he suggested we ride it outward, like a petroglyph, but the members of the tribe inverted the spiral inward because the forces of termination nearly wiped them out, so the scout-warriors looked both ways and instructed laterally to keep the collective memory alive like the giver that can see color in a polarized plane like the red in Maynard James's fluted vessel, so it remains today as the tribal givers count the winters, tell the stories and relate them to the you of tomorrow's nation. As Maynard James Keenan said a decade ago, spiral out, keep going, spiral out! Sometimes, just sometimes, the spiral of life can be so golden. © 2011 Kenneth The PoetReviews
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4 Reviews Added on August 20, 2011 Last Updated on August 20, 2011 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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