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While you are waiting
for something to happen
life happens
:
the plane's been delayed
again, and there you are
powerless as a mob of zombies
gawking up
at the big sign suspended
between arrivals and departures
no answers
some of you even holding flowers
bouquets of roses and lilies
dying by the minute
celebrations on-hold
you look around
and suddenly
snap out of it
:
nothing matters
and everything matters
at the same time
like a heads/tails currency
you've been pocketing
your whole life
it all makes sense now
like coinage you can spend
on anything
stamped with
E Pluribus Unum.
2 comments:
Not sure I get this one.
If it's about delayed or cancelled flights over the holiday weekend, I can definitely relate! I had endured several myself.
But I'm not sure where the coin fits into the equation.
Also, I may be wrong, but I think it's pronounced "YOU-num" (like in the word "unity").
Well. Yeah it’s about waiting for something to happen. Beyond our control. Arrivals and departures, like life. We come we go. And in between we’ve got to decide if it means anything at all. Because we’re all kind of suspended between arrival and departure (living and dead, like zombies). And then suddenly this irreconcilable thing that is both significant and insignificant, completely contradictory, like arrival and departure, might make sense, it’s two sides of the same coin, a sort of coin toss at any moment, heads it’s significant, tails it ain’t, and you can live with being in between, out of many (opposites) one. Reconciliation. You are both arrival and departure.
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