u got this.
I mean really,
what else can I say.

this has never been
anything but time and grey.

matter

of balanced
disproportionate
weights, we all know

a voice, counterintuitive,
lifted up from soul.

not an easy thing,
wrestling the doubledown.
for a simple thing,
or a fairness thing,
bound to a countdown.

when it tipped
from center to edge,
we too gotta slide.

pushing comfort sayin’
‘my god, really … he died?’

like

not seeing
constellations while
numb and aware.

slamming the wall hard,
missing phantom steps not there.

not an easy thing,
wrestling the doubledown.
for a simple thing,
or a fairness thing,
bound to a countdown.

painted wet,
songs and sobs unite.
universe altered,

adrift and floating
now the next is here.

posts

on random
stages, appear
tributes ignite the cause.

alive like he lived,
a man amongst the stars.

not an easy thing,
wrestling the doubledown.
for a simple thing,
or a fairness thing,
bound to a countdown.

 

Posted by:chrisjcluff

I am a 'flow' seeker. In my day to day work I help students, colleagues, and community members make the most of the moments afforded us through public education. If I am not asking questions, I am not learning.

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