(Photo by author.)

DILUTED SUN AND MOON GOLD PAVEMENT

POEM

🎵: “Take 3” by Inner Wave

The shadows drip in from the west. Diluted sun and
moon gold pavement stretch over his shoulders, and
behind his view. The hood of an april, gray sweater
cuddles the musical fluids soothing his volatile sac,
as well the shimmering, blue purple
river
trickling
down
dusty brown hills.

The man lives in infinite possibilities, and unlimited
other directions.

He’s not here, Tonight . . . though one may see his skin
and linens. He is sleeping inside a micro black-hole
someplace, in hibernation. Where colors are not so
saturated nor leaden, and his conscious conversations:
chaotic-kind.

Life waves soft violet goodnight to its suffering soul
child . . .

The weighted bags of ego and time prevail our mystery
man, for now,
for ever-changing now.