The Good Age and the Sea

The Good Age and Sea Like the wind flapping against the water leaving you breathless, hoping for another day say time has no moment for me and that is good, the way it should be, doors closing behind you in the rush of tragic human events undoing you and these motionless patterns of thought transcending now, what you have been, what you have become, these blues bargaining you beyond the windows of your own imagination towards a closer place of fear, winding you up, like silly string at the parade as they walk by laughing and you have to love the riots and marketplace crowding with strangers, here