sailordrunk

Pull and release.

Shooting arrows, measurements of how deep it penetrates.

The physics of personalities can be graphed a number of ways.

A spiral, a curly-q line, you can attach certain metaphors to each.

Positive and negative, dialectics,

Patterns emerge but are never consistant.

Personalities plus time and environment equals

a maze of no singular importance,

The big picture most are fortunate to never see.

The Giant's small step from mountain top to mountain top

Hidden beneath a grain of sand.

Never linear, never a bell curve, never a five paragraph essay, never a central climax, never a tidy ending.

Assymmetrial and without meaning.

Chipped an ice cube from a glacier with humanity's limited vision.

And the arrow has not pierced too terribly deep,

but deep enough.

Pull and release.

Never consistant.







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I am not a poet. My head just spews a series of words sometimes, and I am left to try to find meaning with the bizzare birth. Often I find ideas and imagry for my paintings in the babble.