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Encounter
© October 18, 2006, Roy Stucky

My life is seen receding
Like a child on highway lines,
Looking back on places
That his motion leaves behind.

The thread of deep connection
Is a frail unbroken strand.
The face that meets the future
Bears a tongue's unspoken plan.

Words are only arrows -
Feeling only scents.
Encounter with the longing
At times is too intense.

There's a buffalo wallow
In the middle of the yard.
There's a sharper slapping down
The crucial shaved and hidden card.

Step outside the palace
And just listen at the door.
The feast of Doctor Tarr
Is madness risen to a roar.

Words are only arrows -
Feeling only scents.
Encounter with the longing
At times is too intense.

My channel changed from Mozart
To some daytime court TV.
It felt like someone dumping
Septic slime all over me.

When watching people grovel
Like a dog that's learned a trick,
I don't know how to answer those
Who say our race is sick.

A vision in the mind is not enough
To break through chains.

Something must change.

Words are only arrows -
Feeling only scents.
Encounter with the longing
At times is too intense.