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Simple Things
It’s the simple things really.
The space between the grains of sand
Jockeying for position beneath your cuticles.
It’s the music that frustrates a rainy day
So audible that the birds join in
Carrying the reverberation to the end of the line.
It’s the embrace of a forgotten one
That makes you forget and dance onward,
Window shopping for sensitive touches
To soften the inflexible beast of life.
Its your blood that floods the cognitive crash sites
With the tepid memories that bond
A mislaid lover to the tribulations
Of that semi young careless spell.
It’s the father you overlook
While hunting for the next experience.
Until the harvester comes to collect his debt
And the misplaced bond condemns you
To a time without end of mental mutiny,
And the bounty is too precipitous to pay.
Leaving you spiritually in poverty.
It’s the places where minds are met.
Where inspiration finds its home
And brainstorms give rise to self-revolutions.
Unraveling time’s tentacles letting ideas breath.
It’s so simple to tell you to value that of which is simple.
Yet its so arduous to decipher the complexities
Inherit within my own living cryptology.
Who am I to say these words
When there is endless possibility captured
Within the chemistry of one simple thing.
