During the heat of the battle

no one remembers the clanging swords

and the swosh! of the missed blows,

no remember discovery in strange shapes

the blood on daiseys-

I mean kingdoms fall

and that which is coming,

maybe natural vibes and strums,

discovery of new ways.


I say to you and you say to me,

somehow this was the same planet

but clang, swosh,

we can’t keep that in thought.


My vibes,  the long shadows

the deep note strum

goes different-

my arm is different

playing this song.


Dave Barber

22 Nov 08

Natural Laws Collection