Clatters
Mute in a deafening wall of background noiseNo one knows everything, you know what they say
(Who knows what they know ?}
Something is happening kind of shakes your poise
Or is it only the nature of things the ebb and flow,
Just world tilting on an axis
Weaving and wandering through a mystic space
You were reaching through a fast dissolving mirror
Pulling strings and things through out an empty air,
Someone else was there, musical crystals, a face
Seeing who was seeing you through the moments fading
In and out of days and nights the souls and bodies trading
Colored shells and pebbles clattering in semaphore winds
S.O.S.
Guess it's time to bail.
Time may come again to bow and pray
To play in the rain somehow to say,
No one knows,
Everything...
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2022-08-24 at 13:39
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