everything has its story
and everyone tells it

make believe mixed
with factual and just-

Plain 'I have no idea
forget about it'

the big sweep
keeping on sweeping

swept up
poured into the trash can

a death writer
bringer of death

paradoxically
celebrates life.

solitary; away from the machinations of Man
but ultimately joined at the hip

wearing flip flops for freedom
through ice and snow
toes are singers of poetic songs
when set loose to feel the Earth

often finding oneself having wandered
- far away from the present moment
found by need to come back to
deal with the demands of 'now'
a construct of multi-faceted experiences
-sources going back and beyond the Big Bang
and catapulted into eternities hidden secrets.