He Moves In Makeshift Certainties
January 31st 2010 03:43
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Mr Liminality
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Seemingly powered by gusts of assumptions
He gathers a bunch, then just adds inertia
He's like a trembling yet dynamic haiku,
Perennially in limbo
Embodying meanings with a 2-second shelf-life
While I scratch my head and admire his flexibility
Wonder where the accompanying rigidity came from
A pinch of smugness somewhat dulls my appreciation
Of his penchant for criss-crossing all known terrain
With and without prejudice,
With and without disdain
Ever-elusive, unpredictability is his middle name
But an underlying hurt, perhaps some shame
Meets my eye through wisps of smoke
Like melted chocolate, his eyes glow with un/apologetic intensity
He's temporarily still, haunting, evocative...
Then he emits a light-hearted reference
To a deep-seated hope
What he's looking for is not around
Because it's not within and he's still
Derailing many a plunge
Re-routing intentions,
Detaining opinions,
Discreetly severe and lightly harsh
Receptive to everything and yet to nothing much
With a half-deceptive smile and jolting swagger
He slinks into the night, and I'm left to wonder
What our next meeting will be like
I must like him, because I smile
He gathers a bunch, then just adds inertia
He's like a trembling yet dynamic haiku,
Perennially in limbo
Embodying meanings with a 2-second shelf-life
While I scratch my head and admire his flexibility
Wonder where the accompanying rigidity came from
A pinch of smugness somewhat dulls my appreciation
Of his penchant for criss-crossing all known terrain
With and without prejudice,
With and without disdain
Ever-elusive, unpredictability is his middle name
But an underlying hurt, perhaps some shame
Like melted chocolate, his eyes glow with un/apologetic intensity
He's temporarily still, haunting, evocative...
Then he emits a light-hearted reference
To a deep-seated hope
What he's looking for is not around
Because it's not within and he's still
Derailing many a plunge
Re-routing intentions,
Detaining opinions,
Discreetly severe and lightly harsh
Receptive to everything and yet to nothing much
With a half-deceptive smile and jolting swagger
He slinks into the night, and I'm left to wonder
What our next meeting will be like
I must like him, because I smile
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