Holey Moley Falokey Man
yes
it's the
same oldt
not a problem
something ridiculous
a meaning for nothing
screaming out hey man relax
no reason to rush and be early
life keeps moving at its own speed
we're just here to go along for the ride
to make what we will of scenery passing by
and establish a mechanical understanding of life
so we may see it for what it means is just dimension
but not complete as a picture of the goings on around us
requiring only memory to make sense of it all as best we can
of this shakespearean play that appears mainly in sign language
because there are at least two different plots for audience distraction
and i can't randomly keep up with the popcorning shapes called this reality
so my life is as analog to parallel and understand the happenings as music......
stan sand
Copyright © Sand Blown | Year Posted 2019
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