Can the body and mind, time melt
With social science of chemistry wrangling
Bones, thoughts, hair and skin of this craze
Right beneath the grounds where I stand
Will my blood boil and melt me down
To do away with the stress that holds
Can I be excused and be given an escape clause
A re-set button to start all over again again
Like a clay sculpture crushed to be remolded again
Would that be the reincarnation of me
Mine revealed to show the weight of source
Unplugged sockets of accentuation to live
A re-set button to start all over again again
ReplyDeleteLike a clay sculpture crushed to be remolded again
Would that be the reincarnation of me. This' good I must say. :)
"A re-set button to start all over again again
ReplyDeleteLike a clay sculpture crushed to be remolded again
Would that be the reincarnation of me."
This' a good piece I must say. :)
Thought provoking write here. An escape clause or a reset button would definitely be useful at time!
ReplyDeletelove the reset button and this has some very descriptive meanings to it. Great poem. Reset button might inspire me for something.
ReplyDeleteLoved the reset button... you've definitely hit a universal chord... this inspires me to remember every moment is new and potentially a reset button if we will allow it.
ReplyDeleteVery good, I also like the thought of a reset button to start again.
ReplyDeleteTatius
An incredible write .. as a whole. The second stanza is deeply emotive. Like this very much.
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