The tempo of life began as a whimpering limp
accelerated to words with drama and life
and the colors of the world drew me close
and so many unlike me fell to the
WAY SIDE of oblivion and obscurity
And the remaining flesh left with eyes
from the gutter looking at the world:
And the blood of my heart shifts as sands
of a dry bleeding sandstorm that keeps
each foot ahead of the other for I
am the conductor of my own words!
And there are times i believe my bones
are not living now but wishing under
all the weight of possible lives.
:: 9-25-2017 ::