Feb 21

Twenty one suns have risen upon
This February and twenty moons fallen
Today we are waxing four percent
what was thought  to be terror in the firm
Was terror in the firmament the West

But was it so or was I a lone one
labels derailed shortcut electrocutes

Lead us down into errors into fair
Now is when the true terror comes being

that at least one person was let in is
it seems to have gone well immaterial
in material matted matters made
into art all thoughts, all fears,
all unthinking

and days did not come
nor was there revolution
and there was nothing
that will eradicate history there was one
small thing, these small
living thing

Strands drifting across a page
sometimes meaning flower someplace grenade

but they returned these things, they the gods
I've looked to in life to
this pathway before us words that spill
out just intime for us to hunt
and gather meaning
I have my words back
practice of the Logos

you have brought my missing friend
what more Could any love bring?
A rainbow around the almost full moon
In sparse and moving evening clouds.