Waves
Waves
Tsunamis rush across space and time, taking out all of reality,
leaving in their wakes remnants of the ethers spirit.
As day light hours subjugate dreams impressions
one wonders ?, where lies the true essence of ones life.
Might it be ?, the dreamers dream is his reality
and his perception of reality – but a dream ?
For some, a nightmare in either state
or both have been their fate.
Whatever the case might be ?. – for you and me,
we – in order to survive – will have to ride tsunamis wave
across time and space and make the best life , for us can be
until that day comes, when it all comes together in the grave.
B. J. “A ” 2
June 15th 2005
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