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Writer's pictureClint Haugen

Magnetic Minds

Our magnetic minds

Traveling through space/time 

   Attracting the world to us

As it all falls apart

   A pulsing magnetic field omitted from our hearts

And it pulls the future to the present 

   As the past gets stacked 

Like a tower of playing cards

   One small gust

And there it goes

   A crumbling tower

A second, minute, year or hour?

   It’s all relative, they say

Time is the cost to play 

   Time is the currency of the living 

A rock in space still spinning 

   The sky’s keep spitting out rain

All while the tyrant's reign 

   The sun keeps shining 

A silver lining 

   In the mind of the man 

Attracting the world to him

   Seeing it all

Come together 

   But still ungrateful

Still complaining about the weather 

    Still trying to figure out how we can all live here together 

Still so much wonder

   In the eyes of living 

In the lungs of the breathing 

   Magic in the poets bleeding 


A world that probably does need saving 

   A beast inside that needs taming 

A shadow on the floor

   A devil at the door

An unexpected metaphor 

   A bridging of the timelines 

An anomaly 

  Playing monopoly 

In the good ol U.S. of A.

   Where everyone wants to stay young

And the land where everyone wants to stay numb

  The great state full of hate

Silencing the public voices

    This is no longer a place for debate

   There are no longer any choices

This is no longer a place to be great

    It is just a place to be

For one second, one minute, one hour and for all of eternity 


Why the hurry, baby?

   It’s all happening all at once anyway

Our magnetic minds

   Traveling through space/time

Attracting what we believe

     Getting dreams sent to us from the deep

Getting exactly what we seek

    Perfect timing of by the universe

Giving birth to new world right on beat

   

CH 7/7/24

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