an evolutiophile's bad habit 1/12/12 part 2 of 3

Part 2 of 3

(evolutiophile- one who is attracted to evolution!

A regenerate!)

I tricked you into evolving.

You are only held up

by all the forces

moving you forward.

There are no sides,

no fidgeting,

no backpedaling.

Of course, counter balance

comes into play with you daily.

An unrevealed part of yourself

makes a quick adjustment

and from out of the shadows

right there, it keeps happening.

There is flesh of being

where there appeared to be none.

Every experience becomes

an act of self-intrusion.

Every experience

is a vaporizing sense of letting go.

Every experience

is being caught red handed

in the cookie jar

of life's self-indulgent themes.

Every experience is red lips

pulling away

from kissing you good-bye.

Every experience is a valiant waiter

with a full tray of right side up

but empty water glasses,

making his way

down a narrow alley of intention,

in a deluge of rain

to show up

at the table of your next moment

with a full compliment

of drinking water,

placed before you

as you then politely ask for a side

of fresh, bittersweet lemon, please.

It is there, right there

that I tricked you into evolving.

A toast to paradoxes

that raise you

and there by praise you!