There is an invisible line to draw in the sand each day - - to cease
mental work, to focus on the strength of the physical vehicle.
There is a body of knowledge, a body of knowing, a body now
and the lines of being are washed each day by waves of time.
There is a body driving through these hour glasses, drawing through
our lines, the words are waves, we are awash with words splashing into
the overload.
There is a beach of words and the lines are drawn only to wash away.
Only the shape remains, the shape which you present to the gifted worlds
of others, the shape of your remains - - after you have left this room and
we are left holding the umbrellas of all our desires, your shape lingers,
it hangs in the still, heavy air after you are gone.
These are the shapes of your impressions into the tangible yet indefinable
mind space of your thoughts, hanging in the corral of consciousness,
yes, we are mindful of you, we are reminded of you, we are - - oh never mind - -
Your shapeliness is not mistakable. Your shape is unmistakable. It is such
a tragically short time to get in shape, to return in line.
So it's merely another line to you? But you left the room and the shape
of your ARE is still with us.
There is an invisible line to get in shape, and you, you, you,
You who are formed out of shape,
You who are informed by shape,
You who are seeking to shape up,
You who belly ache to trace the shape,
To arc the lines of your projection,
The size of your impressions,
Yes. You ARE an invisible line to draw in this sand,
And the winds are blowing, God how you blow.
Blowing those lines, blowing your shape, over and over.
Know. There is a storm brewing in the hour glass,
We see your shape approaching,
We know where the bodies of your consciousness,
And we are knowledgeable that you haven't yet
crossed the invisible line, damn you!
Each day, to capture the shape elusive
Through which your being flows into knowing,
So it's just the shape of your invisible lines?
Is that all your promises to your vehicles are worth?
Damn it, get in shape,
You're all over the place, can you not see
the invisible line, goodness, can't you?
Just look at your shadow, you blurry-eyed
EXCUSE
For the embodiment of what shape you valiantly remind us you are - - -
it's no longer
invisible
when the lines
are in-FORMING
the shape
(Copyright 2004 by Darius Gottlieb. No reproduction without express permission from the author)
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