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Seeking

Contributed by exodus on Friday, 24th February 2006 @ 03:48:08 PM in AEST
Topic: DreamsandWishes

They seek what they sought, and they sought what was to be theirs.
I was only a child and wondered. I wondered of being a child listening from the top of the stairs.
For children always seek to wonder and they wonder of whats been sought.
They feel provoked with open eyes, provocation with a curious thought.
I was a child, then. I dreamt everything that dreams will always allow.
They saw me staring from the top of the stairs, smiling and staring, wondering somehow.
For I wondered what I seek, and I seek to find the truth.
A child that dove into the water, seeking ridiculously as a thoughtless coot.

I caught on fire and burned seeking what I thought I should know.
They seek what they sought, and it was my turn to turn around and go.
I jumped from the top seeking the bottom. Out from under the top of the sky.
My feet were burning on the stairs, with a little water out from under the corner of my left eye.
Provocation was seeking my curiosity. I was curious just to seek out the end.
I sought what I seek even now, without even considering seeking the same thing again.
It was the end of the beginning, without even beginning to see a way.
A way to the middle of a center. The center of seeking to wonder whether the child will stay.

As I sought to seek the middle of a center, and wonder of whether provocation met its match.
Wonder as I sat staring through the window, at the top of the stairs, shooting a star they could never catch.

They seek, they were seeking, and then they sought.
Never wondering of the table, and to it what the curious child might have brought.

Copyright © exodus ... [ 2006-02-24 15:48:08]
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