Some days have elapsed
Untied, I walk the field
  Jim and I, with wooden cane
   Balance the copper revealed
Thus, my coin could never prevent
Her innocent moment at death
Wide, her pupils dragged in the world
And brought with them all I had left

I travel now with gold in hand
And walk this grain on high
I pay with homage to my fluorescent wife
Whom to my front, breathed out goodbye

The explosion lasted for 27 seconds
The fallout, a few years more.
I could comprehend the what where and why’s
-How the ceilings became the floors.
What was left was rebuilt, by
Who was left and had the will
I know, I’ve seen, I felt
-Splint delivered a demise unheard
Shrapnel was what I was dealt.

In fiscal time, there needs no restart
No physical wound, but shrapnel at heart
Sure we fought, and some still survive
We will all live with debris for the rest of our lives.

Winds of influence, thin as iron
Subservient to the metallic pallet.
The sandman, he comes
In nightshade, he clumps
All thinkers in the corner of a room.
“Dream,” he went on
*****, quite fertile
The Delaware cross-gleam in brow.
“Now is the present,” they agreed in the moment
That the present surely was now.
“I know that you wonder, and I wonder too,
naturally it’s something we do.
Awake with the knowledge that everything’s something
And something is nothing new.”

There’s a hole in my head where the thoughts come out, and
On occasion it appears to take the form of a mouth, yet
Predominately speaking while the Earths water is leaking
I’ve tried to find the way to stop the whole sky from falling down

I’m setting fire to the soil, allowing the desert to bloom
I’m setting orange cones and speed bumps to stop the tide from cutting loose
I’m setting stone to the classroom to splice the air from out the sculptor
I set the standards to the line of “Thou shalt not doubt her”

As the cherub minstrel
Shakespeare at altar
Prose-stripped restore and
  Leviath defaulter

  Step forth in hood-hang
Wood breath with death stain
Lever pull unto trap door
Panic raid replaced Doom’s mourn

My head plays like a movie reel
  Projected amongst my eyes
Every ounce of static and imperfection
   Surrender to film from all sides
  The scars from the tape relay my vision
  I blink and hear the shutter on screen
  My head plays like a movie reel
As I plan for my Final scene

On my highway I go
  As fast as we like
  My misery demands company
    Face to the glass
    And porcelain mask
    This moment was always fun for me