Puddles of rain form gelatin-like amoebas on a shiny black rail.
Waiting to be windswept and float off to another landing place.
Unmoved by vociferous bluejays, hypersensitive and affected by mounds of coffee and glucose; their rushing with urgent energy to be heard and to speak truths unfounded and non-sensical.
All still beyond a longing for certainty; quiet in the flow of illusion that roils incessantly yet uncontrolled and preordained.
Tears of joy to soothe a parched sphere; and we begin again…
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC
Puddles of rain form gelatin-like amoebas on a shiny black rail.
Waiting to be windswept and float off to another landing place.
Unmoved by vociferous bluejays, hypersensitive and affected by mounds of coffee and glucose; their rushing with urgent energy to be heard and to speak truths unfounded and non-sensical.
All still beyond a longing for certainty; quiet in the flow of illusion that roils incessantly yet uncontrolled and preordained.
Tears of joy to soothe a parched sphere; and we begin again…
