In the middle of the night
Driving through the evening
With the folding up of another day
The moon rose
So strangely
That the moon
Had become a stranger
To my own eyes
I could not understand the shape
Or form
As the night wore on
I could rub my eyes
Only to see a stranger ahead
The landscape of the city
Changing over time
What has come up
And gone down
When the working line
Falls
How there are very few
That rise over the years
It seems I can
Recall more who have lost
Then won
And why
Why is this the way
The landscape of the USA
The quintessential
Excuse
To avoid the words
That could resound
In the nature of the ear
Make sense of the confusion
The highest of honors
Takes the back seat
These days
For other types of
Pursuits
Both silly and unusual
So I hold hope
For a solid
Return
The labyrinthine of
Mind
Time
And
Time
Again
The complications of human life
Lived through days
On this earth
Woven in the fabric of
Experiences
One can only try to understand
So we exist
Not knowing all
But learning to know
Each other
One moment away
Can be eternity
If the pieces fall
In the divide of time
Where even a minute is
Too late
To take the setback
Is to be bold and weary
Upon the arrival
Of another day
Were there ever simple times?
A time when everything was smooth
As the morning dew
Rather I object
That time neither existed
In romance or
Realism but
Was a fragment
Of imagination
Lodged in the hopeful
For today is the day
Of hope for me
Regardless of the fate I see
We start in with
Today
If tonight is all you have
What would you want
To know
To give
To try
Every moment can be slow
Or could fly
So take the moment
To prepare the answer
For in the life we are living
Nothing is ever a given
Shallow
Is the fear
That I see
Growing amongst
Those
Whose cares
Are not in consideration
With others
Rather we must emit and develop
Depth for others
And for ourselves
Little flowers
Grow
Gently on the side
Of the street
Where the light
Hits just perfectly
After the morning dew is gone
A little flower brings
Hope
That when the conditions
Are right
What can bloom
Will save us too
I was under my expectations
But overdue
For an adjustment
Of my strained
Blurry vision
From the circular world
That spins
So quietly
Around us
I had hopes to rise
Above the acidic
Rain
But for now I see what
Where I am at
And can’t
Complain
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