fLOAT in time. Transcendant waves in the ear,
ERie Lake, the water, the water, life sustaining,
midnigt swim. Restored agian.
It;s all good,
Still waters run deep,
Butterfly wings expanding
Temporal nudges flitting in mind,
What mind, whose mind?
Satisfying the herd.
Crossing the Rubicon of history
Demons decay into Dust as the new world awakens.
If this happens I am happy and done.
I'm ready to be a Sequoia.
But I can't, unless someone knows in a thousand years what a Sequoia is.
Remembrance and hoping for permanence
is but a wish on the wisp of the breath of time,
passing through lives we pass our time,
hoping, again, perhaps, maybe, just one time,,,...
Time for Bed.