Caught in the drifting flow
melting moons of a mind moving
once more and again our nature
drives the melting like chocolate on asphalt
standing in puddles
fluid by nature.
Everywhere and nowhere
alert to the motion of light happening
sitting on the sidelines like a voyeur at a parade,
same old same old
when nothing changes the Einstein factor
insanity will reign.
Caught in the warp of the everyday
watching dogs pace after the power line bandits
teetering on the brink of understanding that it is
what it is
and isms and schisms can whisper their words
falling on deaf ears and eyes that can only see
what is known,
a melting moon can and will happen
cause the Google monster tells us so,
check it out and know
like an artists painting of dripping moments
the brush will wash clean
clocks and the timekeepers at the gate
when anything is possible and will
when given the chance,
happen as it will-
written in time yet still as of yet undiscovered
the crazies will find the asylum a welcome retreat
from the normal that has become
the everyday.
I see the sliver hanging on the invisible string,
just a piece of its former self,
because the heat will bear down
filling in the cracks and crevices
where only tiny seeds will survive
and names will elude the mind that tires
but the mustache will stand strong
of the Dali’s of this world
for they see what others can only sense
as it all drips quietly away.
Just my mind, lost in an artists moment…..tired and ready for a soft pillow.