More Than Mind

Channels cleared.
A vibrant throb.
In words of imagery.
Unheeded bits and pieces
of all man's insanity.
Gathering together
in an incoherent plea
we're made to feel.
And then we find
that we can't have our life
or fate without them here.
For the world becomes
too full of empty spaces
that can't ever be filled
by our ardent busyness.
And thus the vibrant throb
lives on in pain of parting.
Never quite the healing
once held within a touch.
Living on when hope is gone.
Reminding us we must go on.
Knowing not the where
or when or how.
As why becomes a blister
of another life held in the sky.
A life we could have lived so well,
if only some great magic spell
had kept them here
in more than just our minds...

? Michaelette ?

3/14/2005
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