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Thursday, January 03, 2008

a philosopher's bane

The Way Back Home glass-hero

Cold air sets the atmosphere.
Familiar hum of the engine
Reassurring rhythm of inertia
She rests her weight on the safety belt that holds her

The scenes slide by
behind reflected eyes,
glazed by
streetlights that come and go.
Never look back

She lifts her mind
spreads her thoughts over the sky
ponders the possibilities
and reveres the vastness
Somewhere between the boundless universe
and inside herself,
she finds solace
A sanctuary
of knowing
feeling

Surely, it is
her own secret from God
but she hopes
someone might know the way
anyway
That is how a soulmate is found

Ten years will seep
like water in cupped hands
Still in the passenger seat,
she will watch the world
experience will have worn
none of the wonder, only hope

The danger of mind exploration
is the loneliness of finding something beautiful
But there is comfort in an immensed soul
and the moment passes;
the streetlights are left behind
Home draws closer
and in her father's car,
a little girl's mind slips


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