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Is N.E. Thing Wring?
(October Second Ninteen-Seventy-Four / Grace Maternity Halifax)

Is N.E. Thing Wring?

I feel the need to question why to search and seek
to learn and wonder and climb that peak
I feel the determination of a world wanting
to clarify the reason for a yes and no thing
Is and isnt a thing both right and wrong
is and isnt the high and the low road
leading both forward and back
is slow as good as fast
is hard as well as soft
is happy and sad both angry and glad
are they equal? are they the same?
are we one as are things?
if one rule is the same
and we each agree
why the n? why they and we?
why question and answer?
why hate and love
and fly my dove
yet land..............
yet land.

If one thing is as good as another
and we come and go rise and fall
yes we glee the fall and strain the rise
we slip and slide and get back up
or back in and back away yet.. yet...

whats the similarity
whats the familiarity
why the distaste and groaning
when we expect distraction
and deserve what we get

I grew to be grey
the middle the balance the scales
the justice and equilibrium of both
up and down, left and right
right and wrong or what?

exemplify insanity and be free to do it
whateveer way it wants to be done
but does it want to be done
or do we do 'it' because it can be done

Why do I care if I go left or right
why does it matter where I stay tonight
I don't see a specific route
though you would have me believe

or is it I who would be leave
yet when I am leaving am I not also
arriving?

When I see you look at me
what is it you are seeking
do you see king? Why must I rule
I need no measure for
me a sure meaasure is equal
all ways always equal
and its ok with me
whatever choice I make
until I see your opinion of it
how you are affected by it
how my action or choice is viewed
and then echoed by you
and then I re-evaluate
myself, my path my road

do you do this?
or do you always walk the yah way.

Left or right
up or down
day or night
man or woman

does it mean anything at all?
or did I make it mean some n thing
just to create a reason to be different
instead of the same

yes

how can I let go o myself again
without fearing to hurt you
or causing fear in you
or any of the things my freedom
seems to elicit in you

for when I feel happy with true glee
at the place where I become anything
you stop understanding me
and we fall apart together
and im happy
but youre not

you only seem happy when im not
well you seem happy most of the time
and still im not
because I want you ALL in my life
and you are, but, but, im confused
I want so much for us all
I want the worlds free d-om

I want the aum of love to be our food
no trickery or lies, yet lay down
if you want, just let me stand
and dance and choose me
im only one and youre so many
dont make me choose among you
it seems so mean.
I want you all.

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