the static whir of ambivalence
stirred a dull soup of stagnation
so strong in its intent to hang on
that each rolling tide spelled vacation

each rolling dream drowsy with routine
ready for yesterday, riding dormant destiny
meeting and crashing inches parallel
to an eternity of discovery

hands soaked and stunted,
mired in a minutia of minutes
suddenly stopping to start beginning,
singing and dancing and living and
winning

under a sea of stars and clouds
over a map of endless roads
in front of a past parched by prediction
behind only dreams and a living addiction

as a reflection of the sky shined
deflected from an eye
resigned to resurrection of a mind
blown to joy as a new-born boy
sees a freshly lighted toy
that beacon of west
lead its best booty-brimmed chest
to search and love and employ
the quest

rocks once jagged and wet
with blood of blurry bends spilt
welcomed a dance, an aqueous romance
in syncopation with a real heart-beat
chanting:
this chance
this chance

this

C H A N C E

there beneath the saffron glow
of brick and cinder
fell once-hurried halos
replaced for infinity by a soul
ready to swim
against streams of dead and dying dreams
a soul willing to win
westward a dorsal fin
signaling the end
of borrowed, broken beams

begin

Ellee 2002

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