wandering – not wondering;
not praying for, nor pondering...

gods, lovers, & house flies –
closed-eyed watch the world go by.

& time just ticks: you & me;
time to rue, time to see...

time to discuss, out of disgust –
that which we of ourselves distrust.

& withering to cosmic dust;
no brilliant hues, no pretty rust...

we shall recall, & come to miss –
the lives we did not let exist.

a life we could not: let exist.

dried leaves danced upon the street -
though never really keeping beat.

(& for a moment: thinking ceased -
soul allowing entry to
. . .
the deepest kind of peace.)

imaginary lines -
drawn by unimaginative minds.

to keep you in,
to keep you out,

to guard against:
intro, extro, any spection...

beyond what is -
& has been...

for so long,
that -

few consider,
let alone challenge:

why?

inside-down & upside-out -
recycling catatonic doubt...
not knowing what, or how, or why -
a world within begins to die.

& furtive fire does malinger -
betraying, coldly, each numb finger...
as passersby labor intently, to & fro -
precisely programmed where to go.

the spider’s web -
had yet unwove.
that lulling ebb –
of goldengrove.

when suddenly; she –
scampered down. &
caught a bee –
with wayward frown.

time had come -
perhaps too soon.
this insect’s modem –
was not immune.

entire lives:

forgot to remember -
(perhaps you've done it too?)

the light from but a single ember -
inside each me&you.

one day a dove,
flies over head thine.
sweet feather of love,
floats down so divine.

faint feelings of hope,
no more cold sorrow.
how will you cope,
if it’s gone tomorrow?

sleeplessness can't seem to care -
that sanity lives a nightmare.

self's protector: good sir will -
has long departed for a thrill.

desire & her hungry hounds -
refuse to host love's breeding ground.

& yearning's longing to but yearn?
subdued by soul's failure to burn.

...but most of all: alone's abyss.

a certain sort of irony -
dances here tonight;
half-hidden by surreality -
obscuring what is right.

where once i longed for spring -
& sprung from whence i fell;
to fall now do i cling -
through this season's swell.

seasons change -
& leaves do leave...

& feeling lost hopes slip away -
you will in you believe.

just as night creeps out of day -
& feelings have their range...

the mind works slowly to relieve -
all things that cannot change.

all things: which cannot change.