In all of life
It is the soft things that matter most
How amazing that the cotton spur
So hard on naked hands
Could be spun into something
As decadent as a cumulonimbus
The prize fighter
Made of meat
Tight tendrils of cables
Tied into knots
The core, letting go
Becomes mashed potatoes
A snowman of spun sugar
And in all that is
A steam engine
Bringing an end
To anything not paying particular attention
To the superfluous tracks
Like ribbons at your feet
--
2.7.13
It is the soft things that matter most
How amazing that the cotton spur
So hard on naked hands
Could be spun into something
As decadent as a cumulonimbus
The prize fighter
Made of meat
Tight tendrils of cables
Tied into knots
The core, letting go
Becomes mashed potatoes
A snowman of spun sugar
And in all that is
A steam engine
Bringing an end
To anything not paying particular attention
To the superfluous tracks
Like ribbons at your feet
--
2.7.13
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