Spiral Epiphany Poem by Richard Ford Bunuel Whale Carnegie Edison Simon Hitchcock Welles Christ Antunes Rodriguez Kubrick

You Can't Follow Love
Its Natural Slow
Fast Once Begun
Burns Out Slow
Over Years
When Its Gone
Over Me

Gab Sincerely,
You're Ever Friendly
Broken Neighbor
Heart Hood..

And In An End...
We Won't Predict...
But Live Until An End Is Near...
But In A Haze To An Ending...
We Are Blind To See Apparent...
Or Too Naive To Accept A Beginning

And That Love Is Only
Worth Much As Others Seem
To Treasure What's Offered
And In Acceptance Less Worth
When Rejected Bygone Timelessness

If The Reciprocated Worth
Means The World Well
To Each Who Feels
The Object Of Affection
Feel That Love Held
A Wait For You
In The Present Tense... Over Me

So.. In A Ways... People Learn 'No'
Follow A Pattern Set
That In Ways Repeats A Past Upon
My Ideal Found Mate
These Ideals Were Shattered Made
An Ideal Held For A Love
That Won't Ever Hold Me Here

To Be Held...
As Coalescence Bodies Merge
Arms Held Tight...
As Craven Love...
Still To This Day

Always Follow Woman
Prepare To Follow Through
If You Yourself Are Ill
Its A Hard Road Down...
Down... Into You

A Moment Fleeting
While All What's Kept
Behind A Mind's Eye
Is Eternity.

You Can't Force Love
Its Natural Slow
Fast Once Begun
Burns Out Slow
Over Years
When Its Gone
Over Me

What's Begun Away
Turns Out To Be Another
The Copacetic End
Hairpin Twist
Corkscrew Sunshine