the tilt - nov 11th, 2011

we wander wide-eyed wonderous wilds
wishing we could find the hidden meaning
some explanation for how life can suddenly devastate us
and then move on
heedless of the grief and shattered illusions it dumps behind
as it darts relentlessly along
fueled by the fervor of one big bang
while we are only minor players
with senses that spin circles of pleasure and pain
hot and cold yin and yang
and they will keep on rollin’ round and round
right up to the time that
they lay us back into the ground
so keep your eyes peeled on the wheels
they say it’s all in how you look at it – the tilt
like taking pictures with your iPhone
ever so slightly changing the angle
mundane . . . Ooo, wait . . . magic