In my meticulous counting of
escape routes
am I undoubtedly bound.

It's ridiculous this shouting
and fake mouth
can spout such powerful sounds.

If we are made round
by this playground ride,
if we remain found
(pressure applied on every side)
I might drown or die
or more likely hide away,
fly, explore, and stay,
get gone
get lost
and pray
till dawn and day
when frost and spray
on the lawn displayed make waves in grey,
break the dew-sparks and make way for
sunrise hues
(no dark, light blues)
for you
to run right through.
All bright, brand new.
Right on cue, as if you knew.

You know,
I've heard that birds go
over the rainbow,

I can too.

You know?
You knew.
It's not just one shot you got,
not one flow to go with,

you can choose.

We're no longer circular,
shining like a herkimer,
opening my heart
and finding what it's worth to her.

Undefined by size,
by shape, by time.
I am more than mind,
motion and lines.
I am the ocean and brine,
the fruit and the rind.
I leave nothing behind.

I see but I have no eyes,
I grasp but my hands are tied,
and still I try
because that's the name of the game,
whether it's love
or money
or fame,
we're not above change,
we're not beside staying the same.

within myself
conclusions breed
my roots
shifting
from flowers
to weeds
my needs
shift too
and
the water here
is green
not blue
only
almost black
in my oasis

the sunrise
is slower
reading by the pond
the fishes
speak to me
the water no longer still
what a thrill
to greet morning
with an inquisitive air
perhaps stare
at each student
guessing which is going where

welcome
to the Monday
that led me from nowhere
to here
for now is just another day
we call by name
like you or me the same
time isn't to blame
it's jut our brains
because of the way
we perceive
and measure it