12 Feb 2002 @ 01:21, by Max Tobin
Moments.
The moment is magic,
Filled by imagination.
A crossroads
Where what is
Is created
By what has been
and what will be.
Eternally changing
Patterns of living,
Fear of this
Is emotional friction
Between the dreamers,
And the blind.
Secrets.
A rock in roll fantasy
The secret of eternity.
Surely our earth dances,
Rocks and rolls
Through forever thank God.
Rolls to give us day and night,
Rocks to give us summer and winter.
It is a slow dance,
But sure.
It is the dance of material
Creation.
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