Horse Shoes

These words came out very quickly and didn't seem to need much editing but I'm really not sure what I think of them. By the end it feels silly.  Maybe it should be chopped in half. The music is an unrelated fun messy snippet of goof.  

Horse Shoes

Things I smelt and saw

I work the past into fine articles

horse shoes and chain mail

protection worn in other times

and while i work, I smell and see

not just my tools, the pen and paper of now

but duh the bits of the past i am working

the articles i wish to transform 

and as the day passes, I see them in a new light

and a new light, and another

forevery light of day is new

and i start to see the object-to-be

and to know it better than any other friend

you cannot know a person like a horse shoe

predict every surface and lump

but even a horse shoe may surprise you

the way it glints or sounds when dropped in a certain way

on a certain surface

you cannot know the world like you know a horse-shoe

it is just too big

you can try to predict its movements

and sometimes you will be right

it is the same with people

people are worlds

worlds are enormous

people are enormous

they just don’t fill much space

some take up more in the hope of proving their invisible bigness, absorbing houses and SUV’s

even a horse-shoe can keep whispering to you for weeks and years

“remember who made me? 

how hard I was to pay for? 

how stubbornly i refused to become what i am now?”

a song contains words, lessons:

“This is how it feels to be lonely; 

this is how it feels to find yourself on the ground and not know how you got there; 

this is how it feels to be unalone and inspired!”

It is no surprise, then,

that people, who make words, meaning, whispers, lessons constantly 

and live long, re-regenerated lives 

are impossible to know the way you know a horse-shoe  

But it is also no surprise that they are such fun to try to know:

to learn with through failure and play