This is Where We are Now, Where We had Always Wanted to be, Whether We Like it or Not
Listen to your soul speaking—doesn’t
its spark seem so weak? Much weaker than
(“Listen, listen,” they whisper; your muses
used to shout much louder. What happened
to the days spent in and under trees, ruling
castles forged in grass-stained sheets? What happened
to days filled with hunting dinosaurs when card-
board boxes could fill the role of anything?
These days, you seem to be running somewhat short
on time and time machines.)
before.
Listen to your heart beating—doesn’t
its sound seem so much slower
than before?
its spark seem so weak? Much weaker than
(“Listen, listen,” they whisper; your muses
used to shout much louder. What happened
to the days spent in and under trees, ruling
castles forged in grass-stained sheets? What happened
to days filled with hunting dinosaurs when card-
board boxes could fill the role of anything?
These days, you seem to be running somewhat short
on time and time machines.)
before.
Listen to your heart beating—doesn’t
its sound seem so much slower
than before?
My brother writes the greatest poetry ever, and that one there is my personal favorite. It doesn't really have to do with anything, nor is it technically a shenanigan, I just like it.
Wow, started my day with moist eyes thinking of four little boys that made their own fun with great imagination. Thanks for putting this out here Bri. Keep plugging...
ReplyDeleteMmmm, I can see why it is your favorite. It is really beautiful.
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