Ten times last one ten hours past one
ten things to do before I pass on
or gain a new perspective
or listen to my sub-conscious' directive
to pass on to someone my knowledge
what I learned in the school of hard knocks
or just sit here give the world one last whirl
maybe get drunk run through
the cornfields again naked
play ring around the rosy
or pass out
spread-eagled glorious in the
morning on the grass
with full double visions
the sun peeking
over yonder past
the scrub oaks in
the distance
at last
I've found her
she glows
and the darkness
empties the world
like a toilet flushed
counter-clockwise
pure water and hope
now