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poem "Untitled--Aug. 29th, 2000"

Untitled --08.29.00 Tuesday--

I looked around,
And heard the sound,
But didn't know where to find it.

I knew by now,
When and how,
And by choice [how] to bind it.

I kne the facts,
But not whose tracks,
Of who would surely find it.

Without a sound,
The wind wound down,
And now the peace was silent.

Without a bind,
It'd surely find,
All who seek it's justice.

But without the merit,
No one would hear it,
And alone it'd find it's ground.

With only their beliefs,
And rights of chiefs,
Will anyone ever understand it?

All who seek,
Must finally speak,
Or forever hold their peace.

I realize now,
As I write this down,
That no matter what life brings;

We all will search,
For that perfect perch,
From which to watch the knowings.

Everyone looks;
But only some seek,
The truth the world holds.

Without that knowledge,
All will folledge [follow]
And give in to the righteous appallage.

No matter what life brings,
No matter what loves strings,
We all are human; flesh and blood;
And try to find the real things first
Before our bubbles burst.

1:31 PM - 10.17.03 Friday

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