Broken kindling for the year
With grease in hand
We stare at darken gear
With momentarily fixed findings
We spot the planet’s motion
And tomorrow begins today
The life we dream locked behind lids of eyes
Lids of Yes closed in crowd dynamic functions
Dreamy motions and light crossing intersections
Of conscious evolution created, rejected, yet surviving
And we try to plan
And we try to forecast the early light of dawn
On this new, delicate and different day
And so no And
Nothingness is becoming recognized sight
The Invisible left invisible
Unlucky retrograde blinding those in fright
In fear
You see
Without pass
Others will lie where I lay
New Names through the twenty-first century
New weight and meaning to satisfy reality
Goodnight Nurse, Hello?
2 comments:
My favorite...
"The life we dream locked behind lids of eyes
Lids of Yes closed in crowd dynamic functions
Dreamy motions and light crossing intersections
Of conscious evolution created, rejected, yet surviving"
Perfection.
All on its own.
Very well said.
xoxo
I love this piece...the words trip off your fingers with such tantalizing tease... ;)
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