poetry, prose, and other strings of words · 1993 - 2003
The Academy
Number 127
June 27, 1997
There exists a spark
that mustn't ever die,
There exists a tower
forever hanging in the sky,
There exists a realm
where the spirits chase
The understanding of vastness
never with haste.
There exists a place
within our mind,
A place barred from none—
but difficult to find,
There exists a land were
answers are found,
A land where never
must we leave the ground.
It is nowhere but everywhere
and anywhere you make it,
It is restless thought
wherever you take it,
Is it the turning of
a page from one long dead?
Or conversation between
the living instead?
It is the ruminations
of the blessedly old
And the feelings of
youth who don't fit the mold,
It is everything—
and I must not lose it.