Our lives, our souls – they're <br />Actually down here, <br />hard-returned. <br /> <br />Renown: in stasis, until <br />Hard line breaks <br />Birth it. <br /> <br />It's hearth, it's basis: <br />Down here birthed. <br />From stasis. <br /> <br />You’ll never know until you <br />(Enter verb here) . Always, <br />Your soul <br /> <br />Sports gossamer wings. Actually <br />They aren't. Here they're <br />goose down- <br /> <br />Wrapped peak-baggers <br />Debating the true worth <br />of height. <br /> <br />Here births there. Enter. <br />We’re down <br />There. <br /> <br />(Enter noun here) . Then posit <br />Something Dynamic. <br />Dithyrambic. <br /> <br />You’re actually <br />Humming a paean. <br />Further down. <br /> <br />Protest all you want. 'Down With <br />The Static! ' Protest with all <br />You know. <br /> <br />Then realize you’re actually <br />Ecstatic because <br />It goes and goes, until <br /> <br />You choose less dramatic <br />Tactics: big backlit buttons <br />To depress. <br /> <br />Those that power down <br />Your setup to make you <br />upset. <br /> <br />The secret is <br />So button-like: to enable, <br />To disable. It glowers. <br /> <br />Your dream was so <br />Kurasawa: it's telling tempered <br />Confusion. <br /> <br />The soul tells you <br />Nothing concerning <br />conclusion <br /> <br />Without clothes. Actually <br />That’s how it <br />Goes. <br /> <br />The Emperor knows. <br /> <br /> <br />[Berkeley, CA,08-13-07 (rev.01: Livermore, CA,01-27-08) ]<br /><br />David Floren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/line-break-liner-notes/
