Shanty

Each footprint we make is a step closer to that moment we brake and no recent dreams are formed from that cosmic meltdown to Which you will encounter a crimson cow that’s Lurking behind your cup of morning darkness. The laughing mortar whispers through The broken window and asked are you ok, as I walked down the street avoiding the crakes so, no mothers backs are broken the crow whispered its lies, the dancing echoes of yesterday still, linger for tomorrow and the future of today still waits around the shanty, the creature that I am devolved long ago and now my wheels rusted turning the space of time My View from my window dancing pigmies watch as the rain falls up time moves back and yesterday is today.