Member Poem

The rolling weeks extend, become a year,
Describe an arc that stretches then to now.
Events, the stepping stones that brought us here,
Have forged a path that truth will not allow.

Describe an arc that stretches then to now;
Observe distorted memories have twined,
Have forged a path that truth will not allow,
The random given meaning, harsh or kind.

Observe distorted memories have twined,
Constructing sense from perfect happenstance,
The random given meaning, harsh or kind,
Instead of letting nature lead the dance.

Constructing sense from perfect happenstance,
We struggle, sweat, attempt to take control.
Instead of letting nature lead the dance,
We shoulder through, intent upon our goal.

We struggle, sweat, attempt to take control,
Our spackle-speckled fingers squeezing tight.
We shoulder through, intent upon our goal:
Our continuity, if wrong or right.

Our spackle-speckled fingers squeezing tight
Events, the stepping stones that brought us here,
Our continuity, if wrong or right:
The rolling weeks extend, become a year.