Slowly now.© 2012, S.D. McKinley
Moving so slow.
Moving forward before us.
Barely on the bottom, but close enough to turn heads.
In your eyes and hears, steering away from the same path that got ’em.
Wishing toward a progressive way to the top, it pulls with the power of a concentrated effort.
Replacing the lake with a random atomic overlay.
Adjusting the hue to the opposite of you.
We brought in the new free, of the estimated result.
The absence of speak, putting these words on the outside of do.
The consequence of panoramic imagination is the way to the place I’m stayin’.