Wabbit Season

Ridiculous. Steep.
Twice forgotten, once taken.

Vibrations. Echoes.
Please stand by..

abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.
EADGBE

Timeout! New game!
Get to your corner, NOW!

Each scurries to his corner.
Tension in the air, who will win?
Who has not a spot?
Who is instead watching the tele, watching:

"I claim this planet in the naaaaaame of the Earth!"

There is a winner and a loser to be proclaimed;
I would much rather be on my way to Alburquerque.

Shed Water Weight Now..

"Ahh!"
Is a figure of speech, (slow or fast)
a wait is a weight in and of itself,
a sublimation of an eternal feeling,
the memory forever persists.

Mystery is necessarily followed by
un-mystery; the wait is what flexes
and bends, time does not have time
for anything or anyone.

Century over Century, we mull over the same questions.
We bear the weight of our wait for a solution,

And I bet the magician hears, "Just one taste? you want to know what its like?"

Laughter.

exit 7A

soon slow matters will pass
the wait and weight which came with it
will be gone

speak of lives across the horizon
the shadow behind the horizon fades
like the lives and stories untold

generation after generation


question i still can't answer:

why give us the potential and watch us use it ignorantly?