Enough by Shamanfox Where is the measurement of enough? Is it that gravity defying micro amount that sits on the rim of a glass? Or is it that dead end road straight shooting cliff dense dark forest, electrocution warning, men holding their hands up universal sign “Stop” Only imagination may pass through. Is enough a trackless system that can take anything, from anywhere paid by the swipe of plastic? In contrast to the dirt cheek sleeping till death beneath cardboard and stench. Is enough the blood that circulates in rivers through a world only seen when ripped open. As healing rushes to close the doors, to the troublesome world in which I seemingly project- and percept into fantasies that quantum call me to “jump here” … where the grass is greener, the wine is drank as laughter… the mountains crumble the guards dissipate The wealth and poverty measured by kindness. Enough, is enough.
Posted on: Tue, 04 Jun 2013 19:15:38 +0000
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