the fingers move
words emerge
thoughts arise
flow commences
life perceived
fingers pause
thoughts dry up
flow freezes
life rises
into sunlight
where clouds linger
until its dark
then fingers drop
softly towards the ground
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the fingers move
words emerge
thoughts arise
flow commences
life perceived
fingers pause
thoughts dry up
flow freezes
life rises
into sunlight
where clouds linger
until its dark
then fingers drop
softly towards the ground
I have a friend
who's ill
he may not recover
maybe I won't hear from him again
done
what was needed, done
dusted
done
and dusted
perfection in its own way
perfection in the only way
imperfect as it is
gemlike she appears
then disappears
gem to me
lost to me
gem to me
treasured by me
gemlike
spirit
not material
gem
The circus is in town
the clowns here in force
the showmen show off their muscles
the high wire walkers scare the audience
It's not my circus
I didn't even want them here
The monkeys are running around
seeking attention
Not my monkeys
but they're making the audience
whoop and holler with their antics
the circus will leave town
and we'll clear up the mess
leaving behind nothing but stale memories
all the performers will go back to where they came
all the local adjoiners
will go back to their own shows
the Cadzow Burn will flow as it ever did
and with some luck we can get back to peace and quiet
and a focus on the task at hand
which is to just do what needs done