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
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