What I’ve Learned About Modern Life and the Deep Past
So many possible ideas; the mined; the drives. So tragic and timeless; even washes get diluted. You dishonored the honorable: cheap coffee and companionship. Wanting the overarching; wanting what we need to know about sociology. There is no sheet to study; nothing conventional. My argument still resides in Love. The drives; the desires; the drives. If for nothing else; then for a voyager’s return. We are always voyaging. This cliff; this crest; this hilltop; this green;
the cellophane kiss of a café window.
On the edge of a snowbank,Central Park is a movie. We have a bench; we have desire; we drift;
[a moving target?] but our hands stay traditionally still-locked. We are piqued within this hotbed. What do we need to know about? All are ideas not theories. What proof is needed when something comes from nothing. We could be on the edge
of something. Now…
Look.
© Umansky 2011
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