3/09/2023

Analog Loco Motion

 words and images by    shaun   lawton   


 Dipping  the paddle  of an oar  into  the waters of life  
will direct the course taken  going forward  
when the sculling is a letter and  the oar a sort of mail  
 then you trace  the feather of a bird  line by line  
one at a time  on  a blank page  and sign  it 
with your name (not upon the dotted line) 
but  just right there on the empty page   
you control the direction and flow your life takes. 
 
It's  a sort  of  loco motion analytical devotion 
in proximity to the inanimate enemy
 ready to instigate any second guessing 
as best as the next one that is if you ever 
make it back to shore where the waters
of your other life direct the sequence undergone
to continue roving forward in a straight line.

Nothing can parallel your own foot 
becoming a common postal service item
and with the lining of an avian coat of armor
piecemeal assembling itself on the white sheet
upon which the new signature may be applied
onto the marginal cloudscape developing 
as the parallax of our remaining event horizon
helps keep it fixed in perpetual proximity just out of reach.  

      

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