Monday, January 5, 2009

Out of Control


The world is an artist: out of control
Reaching for every countless possibility
The artist is a world: reaching to hold
A future with countless histories

We’ve been dazzled by the lights
Since they lit our ancient caves
Now, we’re frazzled by the sights
As we’ve bound ourselves as slaves

As we struggle to break free
We draw the chains closer
So that everyone can see…
That this world is a creation: under control
Reaching for perfect stability
This creation is our world: daring to bold
That our chains were born by rude simplicity

We’ll shrug them off
With not much thought of a thought
As we rise above
All the riches that we’ve bought
Only to discover
That in the end
All we’ve done is create…

A world that knows its an artist: out of control
Reaching for every countless possibility
In a world: structured to hold
The onslaught of its own ingenuity

Jim Kogelheide
Sunday, July 27, 2003, 4:18am
New Minas, Nova Scotia

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