Monday, January 27, 2014

Shelter in the Desert

I Want to turn it Around.
Dash by Willowseek

There is a score board in my head. I want to turn it around
and it mattered how many calls I  made.  At one time it mattered.
Then I didn't take score of the calls I made or the calls you made to me
and I felt more lost. Time shot by fast and tears came and went under duress.

There is a score board in my head. I want to turn it around and it mattered
how many calls I made.  At one time it mattered. It mattered who knew and didn't
know about our calls, and then in the waterfalls all calls got lost.  Who knew and
didn't know of our talks?  I assumed, I wondered, I crooned engulfed in nail bitten terror.

Forgotten score board of whom would find out of what mattered.  The score of who called who
first burst into oblivion.  Your voice fading into the abyss of time.  I assumed, I wondered, I crooned engulfed in nail bitter terror destroyed.  At one time it mattered. I felt more lost at such a cost.
Time shot by fast and tears came and went under duress. Supressed by time for years.

There is a score board in my hear. I want to turn it around and it mattered how many calls I made.  At one time it mattered.  Then I didn't take score of the calls I made or the calls you made to me and I felt more lost.  Time shot by fast and tears came and went under duress.

Did you call me first?  Did I call you first?  Who called back?  Who didn't call back.  What did we do to get get so far apart from You and yet so close in heart.  Breached and distant, clamored by resistance.  Badgered by inconsistance....

O sweet earth ...

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