The hokeyness of time
its environs and its chum
change
Taking up all this space
occupying restlessly
ever
The next door neighbor's
fenced-in green acre
rising
And while you're sorting thru
waves, lines and knots
tangle
Laughing or is that coughing
with here's the thing
again
If I can find you reach you
settle somehow in you
convey
Oh the center of thought
and say all 'bout the laying
of now