A moments brief release - A Poetic Practice
Let me try this again as i grasp at the existence of time as a single grain of sand in this paradise land work the duster in hand.
Cleaning out the world around me as i struggle forward and onward into that great known unknown life's all blown.
The rains have come as night wind blows unto the street light trance as the trees dance swaying side to side.
On the morrow a new farm waits with what awaits another damned gait and not a moment too soon none wait.
A setup by a friend in the wee hours of the evening after a big bend I'm now thinking is a full send so far with no end.
Time passes like sand shifting on the wind all blown all lifting into a whirlwind swirling wildly like people shouting and screaming.
Lost in thought at times where doubt or victory draws close even when i hesitate to dare all the while without a care.
