the brotherhood of the traveling…
January 19, 2010
we are sparring…
eyes locked in ancient mating rituals. reinterpreted.
branded by hostility, we all retreat somewhere
into ourselves.
the world undulates on its axis
off kilter
crooked
hurling into space, weighted.
orbit skewed.
we have grossly understimated the weight
of carrying bloated egos
that resist the
redemptive balance of brotherhood.
–
(or, at least these are my observations.)
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