November 30/30 - 7/30 - Traffic

[skonen_blades]

Houses dot the central nervous system-ness in me
The system of these homes all like to shiver nervously
The streets between the houses are the veins; the cars are blood
The spine’s a giant high rise and the cars become a flood
The main exchange a cloverleaf of flexing highway road
A beat that pushes everything according to a code
A morse code based on pendulums that goes from left to right
Repetitive, monotonous, a drummer in the night
Stress can speed the beat up. So can love and so can fear.
The only thing that slows it down is year by crushing year
Every home’s a castle here and home is where the heart is
So many rooms inside of me that I feel like a tardis
Each and every house in here connected by a thread
Stitches from an ancestor, woven by the dead
We are borrowed tapestries from history’s old blanket
When you get the chance, my dear, I recommend you thank it
Beats and streets and tapestries and rhythm keep us living
Life’s a gift and love’s the way that gift will keep on giving




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