gyrating
there and then
to ensure
old symbols
don’t stagnate
rearranging solid patterns
to see past gaseous illusions
the right rhythm
for reason
sandwiched between
the details
making sure to shake it all up
bits landing on passing moments
settling
here and now
creating
changing names
for movement
Time, the constant enemy.
Gain and lose in our focus,
stacking moments like pennies
forecasting for a finish.
Spending common currency
in markets of zombie dreams.
Trance of fearing nullity
keeps us comparing doodads.
Fenced by rulers of value
but if we leave fancy folds
and enter emptiness, vast
yet itty. There you’ll forget
those myths of disappearing.
Dynasties flow, fogging time.
Power passed to yearning youth;
walls contain collected truths.
Lead by hand to the fountain,
our ancestors’ monument.
No tasting creeks of mountains
on our way to the old well.
Once there you’ll become a king,
though the price will be your wings.
clouds collect
fading rust rays
casting crimson
glow gushing
from sinking sun
gently griping
straying day
flows all away
monotone moon
Forward is the choice!
An idea already followed
on existing course.
Perfection maybe near!
Our posterity will surely find
it; do not forge fear.
A better task loading
dusty pasts together, a fire’s fuel.
Some useless leftovers.
Why are you there digging?
They did it wrong, fell and failed.
What? Past duplicates.
You are haunted by words.
Here, drink this. All will be forgotten.
Your torch; back to work!
Nothing new under the sun?
Reach and touch another one.
When you think you’ve seen it all,
covered this big blue marble.
Look up, catch those glowing sparks.
Plant these in the ground so sparse.
Sprinkle lightly with your hope,
and when bright stars fly high, howl.
Keep blazing flowers in mind.
Patience brings fresh to your midst.
Tethered near the ground,
I gaze into years of growth.
Longing to smell the aroma
of its blue wafting moments.
Under dense canopy, resting
patiently in a crown of red.
I sit rapturously with reverie
provoked by mighty mystery.
Soaking in citron sun rays,
leaves breeze beckoned sway.
Eyes taste it for just a moment,
flow resembling past emotions.
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