Hawai'i Preparatory Academy

    65-1692 Kohala Mountain Road

    Kamuela, Hawaii, 96743

    Copyright 2018

    Words, Bonds

    May 4, 2018



    Ideas form in my mind out of the fog that resides there

    Coagulating into words that shuffle around their letters

    In an occasionally futile attempt to find the perfect term

    Before racing along the power lines of my nerves and down

    Down the highways that my brain has installed in my body

    And to the tips of my fingers where they bubble and boil

    Against the back of my skin

    Yearning to be released as fast as my hands can flash across the keyboard

    Vibrating with a nervous energy as they push to be put down on paper

    Before they are forgotten

    Just like every other idea that’s gotten trapped somewhere in the backlog

    That clogs my throat and my body as everything I want to say gets stuck

    As my tongue trips over itself in an attempt to say everything that my brain suggests

    No matter how incomprehensible it often sounds to people without a direct track

    To the chaotic clutter of mists that fill my skull





    Bonds are what keep the world turning

    A friend to a friend to a family to a lover

    Red strings of fate spiderwebbing across the earth

    Tied from finger to finger

    And person to person

    And soul to soul

    Pulling and twisting and tugging

    Warp and weft and shuttle shifting constantly

    Swift hands of fate running across the strands

    Colors on the loom of time swirling and weaving

    A safety net stretched by a building

    A blanket around shoulders like an embrace

    Knitted connections as warm as a sweater

    Threads and yarn coming together and falling apart

    Knotting and winding and always changing






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