Saturday, March 27, 2010

the distance

to walk. to run. to work through the paces.
all lights are red. time is dead. frost becomes lead.
prayers ushered: regenerated.
hoping for things overlooked.

cold pierces my jacket.
a hoodie can not contain it's strength.
steps to blocks; blocks to streets; streets to km.
the prayer is the same.
it's always been the same.

household dwellers sleep,
they hear no steps.
green grass is to creep,
but it's time is yet to peek.

is the distance measurable?
does it make sense to count?
the answer lies in the importance.
it is not of distance
it is of future.

worn out shoes are best,
they've shown they past the test.
to be revolutionary is to know,
that we won't admit.
that what beats in all of us is a mess.

the prayer is the same,
it's always been the same.

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