Connect the Dots

We think circles around truths to unthink thoughts we don't dare.
By unthinking truths, we create a vortex of care--
Void of appearances, the abstract remains there--
Yet within grey matter, its absence is rare.

Soldiers with batons, we are all meticulously trained.
At the end of the day, some feel more ready while others remain.
Lub dub and love doves: sounding identical when echoed again.
Two beats of the same vein: are we preparing for battle, or is it only our brains?

We live fast to not die slow while standing under rainclouds waiting for snow
So we push to go faster and we push ourselves to grow;
Maybe we also push so hard that we push the important things below.
Perhaps to really live, we should take risks like that of dying slow.

Time is relative -- like the people around us, whether or not they are related.
Love is a mother tongue that people have created,
And the language of time is one that space vacated;
Both are complex, universal languages that we understand untranslated.

Counter and clockwise; maybe we think circles to un-unthink thoughts,
Similar to moving in reverse to untie our knots.
And when we finish, we find things no longer in their original spots.
Through the lengthy process, we hope to have connected the dots.

Connect the Dots.//.07.28.12.//.Carma C.