[3rd place at TPC Annual Awards 2020;
adjudged on the basis of poems 00 to 08]
"Relearning and revival,
Visions and revisions.
No more ephemeral, forever eternal."
Evolution does not occur overnight.
It occurs one mistake and one epiph...
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At times, The earth will be boisterous. Its din will break through successive trains of thought, And since stations of thinking aren't patient enough, You'll miss the train.
But at other times, This same globe, in all its blue glory, Will stop For you. No more a globe, but a tiny globule in your palm, The earth will lie in your hands. Will you let it sink?
Your feet help a universe walk And run, no wonder the world is too fast, For us to catch up with, but if you'll run that fast, What if you leave the world behind? You can't stop, no, you possibly couldn't, But the universe is human, It allows pauses.
Feet, seriously stuck to sturdy cement, Will want to rest once in a while. I say, let them. Stretch them out for some time, When the afternoons are lazy and the atmosphere tastes like home, Look up at the sky, your own blank canvas, And paint those dreams.
And once you're standing, ready to go, These same feet that once did disappoint, Will then raise you.
You'll grow wings beneath your feet and the wind around them, Will propel them into action.
And again, I'll be walking down a busy path, Glaring at the scorching sun, I'll spot you flying by. I'll know a good day.
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