clamoring of the hooves
muddling up the blue sky
hard to be aware
stammering of our soles
frantically behind
a heavy leaden arm-time
unaware of thee hour
easier to be
herded through the aisle
picked, not picking
prickly unaware
when the dust finally settles
upon your vast, open field
just when the moment for.. choice
the rumbling stampede can be heard
nathanc
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truenorthavenue: "In the midst of this chopping sea of civilized life, such are the clouds and storms and quicksands and thousand-and-one items to be allowed for, that a man has to live, if he would not founder and go to the bottom and not make his port at all, by dead reckoning, and he must be a great calculator indeed who succeeds. Simplify, Simplify." h.d. Thoreau
