Random Fathoming

Random chance that rules each variation
of moments we are called to live in time.
Emotions woven in the great vibrations
e'er sought beyond the light of mind
that we have always seen.

Living on within our memory.
Cells of flesh that never learned to grieve.
Casting every moment into flesh and form
that blind belief claims cannot be
reborn in space and time.

The movement of a thought that's sought
to be made real within the dream of life.
Impact - and another rose must die
within the great sterility
of modern electricity.

Gilt edged frame of photographic imagery
fading into ancient realms of mist.
Just one more touch, another taste -
the wastes are gathering -
within a random fathoming
of life...

? Michaelette ?

4/18/2003
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