The sands of time are diluted with the tears of the lost, the solution pours faster, increasing the rate at which the sands used to flow, time is flowing by faster each and every day, I blink and a week has gone by.

It rained down a lake late last night
so
today I might take a swim.

Summer,
delayed for a year,
but
not here
we are
creatures of habit.

and it's still raining.
and we're all broke
or broken
trying to redeem
ourselves
kneeling at the totem
offering a token
waiting for some words
of wisdom which we know
are seldom spoken
and it's still raining.

put all the words
in the world
in my two hands,
each a microscopic dot
of near invisible,
teeming, heaping,
ricochet intersecting
colliding,
cell splendid splitting
leaping,
until they,
wordlessly forming
a sign inquiring,
in neon flashing:

“What did I demand of them?”

”New combinations,” my reply.

how we
laughed together...
as they procreated
My Happy Request

Listen to your heart and follow your dreams.

Don't give up so easily, lifespan's not as bad as I seems.

Life is full of ups and downs, we don't always swim up stream.

Listen to your heart, never dim your light, just let it beam.