At first, I think
A grid, man-made
Machine-like regularity
Straight lines and perfect angles
Mundane, boring
A grid, man-made
Machine-like regularity
Straight lines and perfect angles
Mundane, boring
Tag: United States of America
Houston, we have a problem
When I was a kid we had one of those huge station wagons with the fake wood side trim and a jump seat that faced backwards. My dad loved to drive, so every weekend we’d pile into the car, all six of us, and go for drives through the central New Jersey countryside.
Where I’m Going
When travelling
I may know the road I am on
And even where it goes
But am always surprised
Where it takes me
I may know the road I am on
And even where it goes
But am always surprised
Where it takes me
Midway Blues
The forest burned
Above the steam
Hot red and orange
What once was green
Above the steam
Hot red and orange
What once was green
Some get the blues
They can’t condone
The forest stripped
To barest bone
In the late dusk
In the late dusk
Film draws whatever light it can
Through a lens wide open
On a camera held close
Steady as hands are able
Film draws whatever light it can
Through a lens wide open
On a camera held close
Steady as hands are able
The vantage of elevating myself
There is no better way
To understand the path I must follow
Than from the vantage point gained
Through the hard work
Of elevating myself
To understand the path I must follow
Than from the vantage point gained
Through the hard work
Of elevating myself
From a high vantage
From a high vantage
I scour the world below
Seeking the scattered points of reference
By which I’ll find my way
When I visit the low ground
I scour the world below
Seeking the scattered points of reference
By which I’ll find my way
When I visit the low ground
Creating the Impossible
I keep in my heart
In my mind
In my spirit
In my mind
In my spirit
The possibility
Of the impossible
Until the rain did fail
Thus they shone
Close to bone
A feat not
Taken lightly
Until
The rain
Did fail
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