Echo Time

Time echoes and resonates without language, invests in green triumphal backdrop below mystic blue sky, splattered Blossoming in yellows and spindling purples blues and flaming orange, fragile moments of fully fertile fractures, flagrant erections of next generation's hope for full coloring perennially emerging time Through fields of grass enraptured brown soil embracing gray rocks and weathered darker bark stretching back further surrounding time's ringing core. This summer's full life greening; filling in Elder time dressed in grays and browns of dusk's deeper hue and carnal cry. Time's newer lexicon laughs through children camping near a still-slogging river, flowing time toward surfing Sound from mountains of older swaying, silently caressing, singing time of trees ripe summer leaves. Newer times hum industry in jetted skies through rumbling valleys of human enterprise swooshing lanes of hurry fueled time rushed toward some end of prime, planned, pregnant yet unprioritized. Drumming heartbeat surfing breath occasional tummy rumbles, older times of human space thundering through sublime octaves of time's unrolling fractious memory. New time smells green fragrance, older organics fuel richer pungent payment down into Earth's old-timed bones, roots hunting her mysteriously flowing estuaries floating fractured platters of Earthtime's universal recreation, rumbling thunder warning of ancient deep-timed darkening Capturing time's enrapturing voices and visions peering through silent black faced race through insufficient space. Knotted notch logged time captured in this sacred place grace fully crumbling time's investment, forgiven and redeemed in last fall's brown bed of leafy fading trace, succumbing to terminating time's less aggressive multiculturing place Logs reversing back into time's landed space like fog impervious to eyes missing her change of place, convex branches remembering concave decay as compost. Time's darker elder face haunts richer wisdom but often fails to find just and righteous pace for dominating white cultured mind to find and recognize. Elder dualdarker's bicameral timing rhythm speaks best through red hearts' new-time memory, transparently dark embedded cultural time emerged as new found rich discovery recovery through brighter light most resonantly resolved through polydreaming mightiest night. Fear of dark raced time begins with my own white placed skin accepting time's inevitable dark embrace within full-colored humanely timed race, to see my wilting face drawn back into time's dark souled core dying into light's progenitor once more dark never-enough-right-time supremacy through dark purgation's non-anthrocentric palatial door toward dualdark eternal color rhapsodic place. Time's song and dance through nonexistential space, my voice our opera time's compassion story.