poem......

Coasting through time

Catching a big wave

Riding the tube like a wormhole

Into a futuristic city

Everything is really clean

The air is super clean

There are a lot of floating vehicles

The fashion is retro Jetsons

It is an illusion of course

I see the poverty at the perimeter

It is a clear line

As If I were standing on a stage or something

It’s  funny there are no people around today

Perhaps it is Sunday, and people are at the park

Eating brightly colored ice pops

And watching strawberries float in the sky

They are lighter than air by the way and disappear

Into the sun

Where they probably explode

Into the space between planets

We possess the ability to step into the timeline

Slow it down, speed it up

Dance upon the moment, the edge of the

The edge of the outer universe

I double down on reality

Amidst the pull

To floating again

While the song plays again, over and over

It is a sign

Impressions held to the cheek

So much further to go

Feels like an eternity

I am thinking of the listener

The cadence of the breath

We go as far as we can together

Sometimes we part sadly

Grass

I stop myself and look up

Stars spinning

I am spinning

Again I will find myself

As a red wind reveals black lines

Swirling there is the silhouette

A black cat

I embrace

The bare tree

Sounds of rustling leaves

Long dead crunching

I see myself

The storm is over

I am on my back

I think it is me

The sun through clouds

So that is like kind of hazy

You know what I mean?

Bright in a weird way

I close my eyes

And let go

When we release into it

We become free of the helmet of self restriction

This helmet locks us down

To hear the sound you have to let go of thoughts

So you can hear

It is not trying to listen, it is listening.

He took a large large breath in

She calls him back

He is standing on the porch

Listening.