I Walked Toward the River Barak

I walked toward the river Barak one evening's golden misty haze
My raw heart was aching a bee in spiderstrings' coiled image
The scent of fresh watercress did sink in drops of setting sun 
I battered my doubts and cruised my blues on landscape's woozy auburn
	
I saw the strings of scatterbrains on the waves of space and time
Bones of them were feeding ants and splurgy maggots singing rime
Time is cruel, space distorts and mighty kingdoms go to dust
Bubbles set in crystal prism roll up future, present, past.

The night I spent on sandy bank of water haven‘s city views
The dawn came sharp and another day was off to a mighty start
Seeds of hope and hate and love and human ardor of many hues
Cast a spell of patch and piece on pace of streaming patron muse.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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