Thursday, August 9, 2007

Tricycle

One may try to fool you
That if you do the
Same things every day,
You will be trapped
In a cycle of routine on earth,
And live an insignificant life.

Let me say something:
This is an utter lie.

Okay, there is a cycle,
But it is not cemented
To the ground of life.

There is the cycle, then
There is you in it;
But the cycle is not
Lying on the ground,
But perpendicular to life.

So you are in the cycle
Standing perpendicular
On earth.

Oh, earth.

Oh, yes!

Then! Start!
Do! The! Same! Things! Again –
And – again and come on and roll and
Move your hand, move your mind,
Move your feet, eat your meat,
Let no cheat
Make you weak!
Read your book
Kiss her cheek,
Let no cheat
Make you weak!
Or do your job,
Move your feet, throw your
Steps and throw your legs and throw your heart
And do it and again – and – again,
Let your legs push the cycle!
Let your hands propel it forward!

Feel an unlike wind
Behind your eager ears?
See how it changes,
The scenes of life?
Feel the cycle
Advancing like a heavy lance

On earth?

Yes, earth.

The cyclic earth.

The round earth.

The same earth.

The one that lives
The one that feels
The same with you.

So.

Feel that the malfunction
Is not in doing
The same thing?
That it is about
How and why you do it?

Then, do not believe
That one above, in his vicious circle,
Devoid of life,
Full of lie.


Tell him:

We are not mice
Trapped in devices,
But partizans
Hurrying to the end of time,
With our winged sandals!

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