Early morning blends into liquid day
of paint and shoot
and the trickling of words
in between explorations for love and money.
On the stairwell we wonder
if the mind is ours to keep,
if we need to grasp a greater reality
or fall deeper into the mesmeric trance
for the longing breeds the perpetual dance
of time honored and time lost.
Fear not the iron grip
bound and without boundaries
the uphill battle, the down hill slide
past the politics of cruelty,
grazed but yet unchanged.
Hope fades like so many sunsets
in this other worldly place where inequity and injustice,
proof after bold-faced proof (substitute “lie”)
makes a mockery of us.
Timelessness=agelessness
our narrow escape,
stoned on life’s expanding universe
touched by universal truth
but then, what is truth, what must we know
and then to know, how can we live?
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