The Road from University Circle

I have always been of two minds
Playhouse and public square all theater
Up the road is where curiosity goes

Building on strong foundations
Not remembering our intentions
Even those engraved colossal

We were searching for more answers
Now afraid of own questions
The physics is simple

Down the road the strength of presence is all that matters
An ecosystem true energy no one is creating
With limits and geography

Imagine all the cereal Aisles in all the Walmarts 10,000 strong
Difficult to comprehend how long would it take to walk all those aisles
You would come to and end and wonder where you had been

I feel equally at home anywhere along my road
I can quite imagine the titans planning their day
I pass the fine arts building and marvel the opulence

I have been well educated
I have done my own research
Up the road reality is objective

What I find most comforting
Ideas battle in motion
In times bad ones win many battles

What I found when I looked for myself
No one ever tells you what they found
Or perhaps I never really listened

I have different voices
I am a conversation
The words not ever meant to be the last





 





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