take a watch and check it at the door
I am young with cold and dirty, covered in earth's own ashes, and cracked wrinkles on their surface. The wetness from this centrifuge tickles me.
Shaping, and shaping, and shaping I become oblivious to the outside world. No sounds may be heard by me, nor may I speak a jolly chant of rhyme or word. The whistling of the circular motions, round and round and round, is all that I may hear.
Like a slippery snake it moves in and out of my fingers - drying itself in the warmth of the sun's friction against its body. I capture it's moisture and rejuvenate it. It grows with each movement. Grows, and grows, and grows. Widening, and narrowing, and widening.......and narrowing.
And I grow with it.
And it's complete. But still, somehow, I am not. I, myself, am incomplete. And forever will be. Until I am old. And dry. And the moisture may no longer weaken me from strength. At that time, I can, and will be, my own person.
Shaping, and shaping, and shaping I become oblivious to the outside world. No sounds may be heard by me, nor may I speak a jolly chant of rhyme or word. The whistling of the circular motions, round and round and round, is all that I may hear.
Like a slippery snake it moves in and out of my fingers - drying itself in the warmth of the sun's friction against its body. I capture it's moisture and rejuvenate it. It grows with each movement. Grows, and grows, and grows. Widening, and narrowing, and widening.......and narrowing.
And I grow with it.
And it's complete. But still, somehow, I am not. I, myself, am incomplete. And forever will be. Until I am old. And dry. And the moisture may no longer weaken me from strength. At that time, I can, and will be, my own person.