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MovementA clamor of voices. 1000 headed whirlwind Blown by our own capitalism. The space between a moment The deafening sound of snow falling In the woods. I'm more like the pause Between notes Pushing onward, I orbit the outer layers of the soul An adventurer wandering in a fragile vehicle. There is no turning back now. The place where I'm from Has become cold. Unfamiliar. I make the sojourn To save the human race. To save them from themselves. To save them from me. It is lonely out here By myself. But my time had come on land, And I was called By the pull of a distant body Much more massive than I. Such is the gravity of evolution. An astralnaut I shall turn to be
© 2002 Kevin Clous