The speed of a thought
how many a second
keep on firing
look at things aslant
don't step on the cracks
thirteen poets
sitting on a wall
staring into middle space
risk it all
the mind's
already a mountain
if one
should accidentally slip
we'll pray for nets
or the softest fall
(It's only fitting that since this thing started at 7 that it should finish at 13. Thanks for listening!)
ReplyDeleteIndeed Rob - now we have a baker's dozen of poets:) Or the last supper?
ReplyDeleteIs it really going to end there ... I was quite enjoying the reappearing and disappearing poets sequence.
Ha. Very glad you enjoyed the party, dear Kristen. The road goes on forever and the story never ends...but this sequence should now give way to something else. :)
DeleteI wonder if they think at the speed of light while falling. Love them.
ReplyDeletewith wings as swift as meditation or the thoughts of love
ReplyDeleteCheers. Maybe. Yes. :)
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