It’s the dance…nothing more…

I have searched into my deepest portions and marveled at the design.

How can my simplest movement call the air to its will? Such flowing followers of meaningless movements these gentle wisps of windblown confusion.

Perhaps I stand not upon the precipice of understanding, yet merely have I begun to understand that perhaps the precipice is a stand.

May my legs never tire in the wake of all that runs past my eyes.

It is now in the silence that my innermost becomes deafening. I shut my eyes to the wasps of graceless persuasion, while my ears remain the lidless benefactors to the meaningless buzzing that follows the sting of the shadow that seeks the unsheltered iris.

How does this stench fill my nostrils in the orchards and fields of such beauty?

Break me now, for unworthy I stand before the aftermath of it all.

Dust me off; shake me free of the dirt that has encrusted my frame.

Here are my outstretched arms, may they find yours. I stand running towards you.
Bless me now, forever is such a desperate need in the very moment eternity shatters before my stoic face and infinity becomes a blink within the reflections of your eyes.










- j.g.smith (05/04/07)