not a thing for sure
but a Poet knows how to
hear the pulse of
take steps to
shift scenes about
invite possibilities for
ponder depths into
cut through the
hold onto
accept the or
hush when
ask
listen
learn
feel
wonder
wander
dream
keep and
never reveal your secret🪶
I was a fool once
maybe there is more than that
Live in the present🪶
Waves on the sand
carry letters
whisper stories
All we are is motion
balance on the wind
Study the language
What is the first line
When did your understanding begin
How many questions have you asked
Why not
Who are you now
Who were you before
What is the one purpose to which you aspire
The sky delivers notes on a messenger bird
Check your pockets
You may imagine you need a translator
You need only be still
Be
What is the message
What does a sky know anyway
More than I
More than you
A dimensional traveller
A seer
A curator of acts
A promulgator of fate
A harbinger
A collage of beauty and debris
A curtain of velvet and chain
A theatre of death metal and symphony
A canvas for reverence and horror
A chameleon of change and stasis
A prophet of mysterium tremendum
Whose eyes witness this same sky
What message do you send
When you believe no one sees
But the eyes of your intention
What is your métier
Today is the matter
Tomorrow you may know better
Forever soars with tireless wings
So Dylan’s eighty
What message to send his way
Life and life only
It’s 2018:
Life remains imperfect
but it remains
Limit The News
Screen poison Points of View
Forgive when you can
And, oh yeah, live with Gratitude
If I choose
only paths
you say I should
may I know
nothing
of what’s bad or good?
I must ride
my wild horse
through
open windows.
Thousands now
years behind
learned adjunct fools
speed forward
stumble back
we fall we fall we fail
quick—
reflect redirect
or flounder.