Friday, April 15, 2016

Where does my body stop?

Where does my body stop and the future start?
Where does money turn into grinning skulls?
Where does nothing mean bottomless hope?

We just start running and leap and hope
when we land that we don't miss the start
line, jazzed and despairing out of our skulls.

Scaredyness is juggling itself razor-edged in our skulls
World-destroying enigma solved by the balloon of hope
Where do brain wonders stop and plain life start?

Making plans, jumping over skulls, starting up the hope.

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