VERSE • way • 2003.09.22
Autumn breeze blows past the time inside,
stroking by their chain drilled minds.
To perpetuate a shimmering face,
as levins melting into space.
Could not quite yet find the light,
yet searching so it might.
Then stumbled upon, the sky shining on.
Just staring right back at the sun.
Inversing the flow of energy from,
perceiving the nose of the toes it stood on.
Pervasively sniffing, slowly towards,
that from which all the worlds are born.
Just peering right through every moment,