Lee Crowell - what we think we are

no ambition
to nail the truth down,
bask in the glory,
shove it down throats
starved for messianic voice

or to cut and paste,
digitize, and cyber immortalize it

I crave your story
but the moment is all we have
back to back, side by side,
in each others face
we are worlds apart

I hear your eyes whisper
'what we think we are'
my tongue twirls flavors
of the earth's cuisines
from your mouth can only read a language
fractured by the movement of your lips

we blaze blasphemous trails
to rise above sanctioned huts
with bolted doors,
shuttered windows,
and fetish fueled excursions
through the world wide web

in the realm of wooden clocks
no one knows whose spring is stronger
or who's first in fate's line
or the bottom line

so place your bet
spin the dial
draw your straw
or you might kneel on the floor
and beg some god to show you more than
what we think we are

Lee Crowell

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