Hazy Acres

Finding slivers

Pointed sharp random things 

Stab

Without much to hold onto 

Don’t look at it 

Feel around in the dark 

Sense what is real 

Words that sound like running water

Sink full 

Faucet busted

Nothing left to put in

All the things are down the hole 

Creating their own version of truth

Bit here

Bit there

Everywhere a glimpse 

This adds to one then remove the other one

Added zero 

Startling metal sounds echoing in the tube 

Tubes filled with half chewed ideas

Ideas that were honest 

Initially 

Before the filter had its way

And other words destroyed the vibrations 

Meek 

Too afraid of whats there alone 

What doesn’t reflect when nothing is reflecting 

Somewhere along the river 

You fell in 

Swift nature changes the outcomes 

Gets moving 

Before theres anything to hold 

So you let go 

Away and away 

Rushing onward as fast as it will let you experience 

To the sea and back 

To the crowd and back 

To the end and back 

Each time it looks a little different 

Different looks a little different 

All things change their meaning 

All things