shape

shape without form

to exist beyond reason

will you come with me?
 (  quietly   ) 
take our claws off
  maybe
dance clever like,
    without purpose...

or

     "anything"

to make,
some reason beyond shape
like a season
      without death
or another movie that never ends. . .

just    in time

    for the next 

(time)

Author's Note

You can't stop what you were born to think about....

Reviews

[mads]

This is an intriguing poem to read. I enjoy the use of different font sizes to convey the "loudness" of the poem, which to me seemed like the smaller of the font sizes were moreso "whispers". I also enjoyed how some of the words were spaced out more than others. Overall, great well-written poem Dave.

[R.J Calzonetti (Siniste..]

To become what we are is to be bound by nature, I think that might be what this poem is saying. Some possibilities occur regardless of nurture. We are shaped by these primal genetic codes. How they are passed on, never-ending. Continuous reason, waiting for the next life to take its place in the cycle of death and birth. Just a shot in the dark, but if I'm wrong the poem still has a story to tell, that is also quite primal. It's almost like two poems in one in that way. A double entendre. A dance between two people, or a dance between existence and instinct, two pillars of intelligent life, shaping it, helping it evolve while also staying constant and remaining nearly the same with each new life. 10/10. A short poem that provokes the mind with far more than many could get out of a few lines.