Cold sweats nervously checking my bank account.
Feeling voices in a vacant house.
Something fuzzy in my head but I can't make it out.
Who shoots a snake just to save a mouse?
Flashback says a youth running through the woods.
It's gonna storm later.
I can already taste it now.
The way a bear trap can snap around your ankle in a second
followed by an eternal struggle to take it out.
You gotta look down at your feet at all times
when you walk or simply reassess the places
where you traipse about.
I saw the universe inside a cup of coffee one morning brainstorm
and just happened to see it gazing down.
Sometimes the mask that we wear and the past that we
bear can scratch the attic floor to make a sorta grating sound.
Life can be the worst
and a cursed timeline with no breaks
and no grace period to space it out.
The peaks and
valleys of existence.
You need to learn when to clamp down on the transient and when to
shape em out.
See the shape of rain take form to
create a rainstorm just to orchestrate
my favorite sound.
There seemed to be a certain beauty
in the way we frown and what it means
to not but I never appreciated how we dance
a grim fandango in this short time that we
have together here in this godforsaken town.
Time is so
out of reach.
Take my time at Snow Beach.
I want to be beyond what the mind
can conjure and the human I perceive.
Surrounded by the countless revisions and drafts of the blueprints
of the design of the picture in my mind of what I would like to be.
In between the lowest valley and the highest peak
is an unraveling of feis as is truly a sight to see.
I am so paralyzed by the mechanism of the tourbillon
that I lost all track of the time it keeps.