amung usthese are the tools for which we seek,amung us by ~robbiemuffin
these cool hands, these flattened feet,
and in the miracle of silence, from that pause
comes an empty moment, fragile and flawed
wordless, attributeless, a non-calm brain
until the old machine cranks up again
and with new motivation seeks the thread
the illusion, the goal, some single, new end
all along the paths, thriving while we may,
we push forward as if forward is where we will stay
but quietly, insidiously, chaos sneaks in
and saves us from reaching the moment, and our goal, and that vim
until at last one day in a miracle of love
we become one with the moment, and no longer walk amung
var's on a song by Fair to Midmail order brides, turtlenecks and trophy wives, where's my pride?var's on a song by Fair to Mid by ~robbiemuffin
all had the ways and the means to breach,
the borders of easy street
to blend right in, the family, the neighbors
we all surrounded them in a white picket fence
til both ends meet
there's a time and a place, so I wait it out
for the tug-o-war and who you'd pull for
while on the way between you to me is a fine line that burns us at both ends
two peas in a pod, a battleaxe, a bastard child
took one step more to the source, borrowing from their rain checks
bought the mortgage and that fence
until it crumbled down under the weight of it all
go on now, paint the whole
Longing 
Sta.sh
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