(by jann c castor, 31st of July 2001
There is a change in perception while stepping through a moment.
Once we see wholeness and then the time stops.
Spectrums of definitions we formulate seem futile, as always.
Whatever we bequeath, speaks of Mr. Tambourine Man,
It's too late, Michaelangelo
There is a theme interwoven in our lives
So what is there beyond indignities of past times?
Comfort of being is like a chocolate bar
Intimate loving is for a few only and the price is greater than their
Instead of giving birth, some build cemeteries
So maybe you can stop your sermon right now and listen. to this:
There is a new lover going your way to destroy
That is the way it has always been.
Mr. Michaelangelo, pass the bottle so we could speak some more
. copyrightĘ Jann C. Castor © 20018,WGA