At the time of this writitn
There are clouds
Up in the mountaisn
Rain in the air
To whole this may concern
To whom they may care
So I approach
A late spring morning
With a renewed sense of direction
Upon the mountians
My eyes lay
In connection
Words to believe
Start with a truth
About reality
So that we can see
What potentially
Can be
A future
Probability
Noiseless questions start with
A thought
Of interrogation
Uncertain hopes
And frustrations
So ask away
In the current state of affairs
What is yours
Could soon be theirs
Starts with an offer
Of unknown origins
Pushed at the corners
Murky rewards
In a rather confusing night
What is at stake
And what is left behind
What wonders
Come today
That were not
Understood
Or hoped for
Bring a new year
And I will jump in
It
Right Now
The price we paid
For something new
Is more than a swipe
Now that will do
You pay in atmospheric
Pressure
Contested
With every measure
So hold hope
That more can be made
Than just the price we paid
It’s always a small move
From the endulgance
To the well past due
A movement
Of hesitation
Of crime
And wasted frustration
All these items held constant
I still remember those history books
We read
Just to laugh about
What came before us
And why we last
A cup of coffee
Starts the day
With what these words can say
In a mess of a world
I look for the right words
To do right
Upon the land around us
For it is up to us
To resolve
The mess
That we make
Comes with the New Year
A giddy attempt
At risk
Or something near there
Taking on more than
Should be taken
And handing it down
To those below
And around
A giddy risk is the simple
Start
To a complicated year
Here comes the flatteners
The staple guns
And the irons
To roll out the foils
Pull back the stiches
And roll out the differences
In a moment
We hope to grow
But it seems
That the power from above
Only grows and goes
Beyond
So we prepare
To homogenize
Into one
