perchance I fall
a muse has swept me
fluttered, reddened, crunched
a pile of leaves by the curb
I sit, mind open to the soul
can you impart on me something
an explanation of serendipity
why does every step find my foot
caught in sweet, sticky caramel.
i'm not able to escape the ever-presence.
I scour rhetoric for clues
John Nash unleashed on internet blogs
but care only for the messages
given in soft speech, erstwhile glances
and repetition.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JYxc5ftEzg
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