The Shores of Time
My ideas bounce off my words echoing the future onto the page
As my clarity begins to age
Into a rage
Where water doesn’t flow
But sprays
You attempt to duck out of the way
As I attempt to say what I must say
But instead I spray
And there it lay
Messily across your face
My image of this mental place
You struggle to wipe it clear as I heretically steer
Through this commotion of gasoline emotion
Riding on metallic sharks
That are surfing on cascading sparks
I cast my vision down below into the lake
Catching my words becoming humming birds
flying as ripples in my wake
They elegantly twist and curve in every dimension in space
But only one in time
Forwards
Towards
The jagged shores
Where we of every kind
Must forfeit both body and mind.
Copyright © Dana De Jong | Year Posted 2011
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