When was I supposed to stop
Gather up the energies
In between this’s and that’s
Find somewhere the fluid motion
Is only the thing within me and
Not just
All the activity
Memory serves, memory serves
Well unknown
I look at the pattern on my dinner plate
So carefully painted on
Pleasing to the eye
But easily bypassed
Where do you find the tune
And find the time
To tune in
Chewing each bite carefully
As to savor the flavor
That is there
Waiting
Lurking, impending discovery
Bliss or not
Sometimes I just want to rub my skin
Move all my parts
Feel it be alive
Because the cerebralness of it all
Breaks the all connected humanness down
So often to the point
Of screaming skin
And hair too
That wants let loose
Begging you to avoid the disaster
Wrecking ball of a mess
Internal calm, distant echoes
What in this is propelling me
Towards the destiny
Of a greater good
If not for
And but not
Every little thing
Meant something
Reason but for reason
Taking on the mass
Of this
