Edge of the Hurricane.

[rewiiired]

Whipsering to yourself,
just stay in the eye of the hurricane.
Don't venture to the edge to get swept away,
you know the four quarters are only suicide.
The four corners are only suicide.

Here the only ways are up and down.
To space, without direction, or underground.
Or sitting duck just waiting for
the weather to change.

For nothing really lasts save
for transient nature anyway.

This you whisper, and the wind carries it away,
the sands in the winds of transience laugh
and they've got truths of their own
to whisper your wandering way:

`So really, you've always
been on the edge, always will be,' they say
`and you can't ever hope to escape it,
and even if you refuse to play the game,
you'll always be swept away.

You can't escape the edge of the hurricane.'

 

[Jabberwocky]

this is interesting. i see two thoughts as if someones having a personal diologue wanting there desires and fears to be swept away by this all inclusive force of nature to just release whats been. But also another part that says this permanence that i do want that i wish would stay wont because in the end everything gets caught up blown away and alls we have is that moment and perhaps memories even though those blur with time.

 

[(Wordy)]

Whipsering to yourself,
just stay in the eye of the hurricane.
Don't venture to the edge to get swept away,
you know the four quarters are only suicide.
The four corners are only suicide.

This sounds so charged and vital... and is!

 

[Baker]

Whipsering to yourself,
You can't escape the edge of the hurricane.'

awesome ending.. and who would want to escape it, the more you fight it, the harder it'll hit you

Whipsering to yourself,
just stay in the eye of the hurricane.
Don't venture to the edge to get swept away,
you know the four quarters are only suicide.
The four corners are only suicide.

I really like this too, reminds me of an ego debating whether to see the hurricane or whether to become it. As the hurricane plays as a metaphor for life, or perhaps existence?


Nice piece, I would like to what some of your intentions behind it were, rather then just my intepretation.

 

[yakksoho]

you know the four quarters are only suicide.
The four corners are only suicide.

Here the only ways are up and down.

My most lucid moments are pence to these.