Write our story in cursive so we can connect ourselves through time.

When the sun sets on this heathen
you'll find
he never quit believing
that his mind would roam
forever in the mountains,
dancing light upon the heather
where the dew will form the
diamonds in your eyes as
you remember.

well
you try to switch the day off and settle down to put the night on, but the bulbs gone and the universe is out.

every billion years or so
you think it might be time
to slow up,

the billboard advertising makes
it look so appetising
and you want to get your teeth in,
but you make the cheesecake wait
until you've sat and said your grace

and if it's all about telemetry
why end up in the cemetery
when all it takes is flight
which is enough to lift
and
light your life.

Even a full moon would shatter unto the surface of
a dark, deep sea.
Then what light could go through
when a deeper darkness
is in me?

I shall untwist this week until Friday,
the spider says, not if I get my way.

Looks like we're all caught up
trying to play catch up,
I'm trying to patch up
the holes in my schemes.