MidDay

The street shines in the suns dawn

Slow steps toward the bridges
We use to call relationships
A mixture between small things
That easily turn so huge
Can’t make those decisions now
Cause I chose so long ago

Meeting time and Peoples smile

Only If you listen close you can hear
The great machine cawing
As each of their fingers lurk for new seed

The street meanders up
lucent carcass rotting in the sideways
The street sidles down
pumping red spheres spinning in the wind

Still wondering - till I realize the spiral form…
Answers awake, only to kreate more questions.

Force
The inner theater once more to play
Your private stage performance
My dancing angel looks so bright

Come on and go some step with me