Continetal drift
tectonic collisions
I walk blindly in the planets upheaval
searching for a mistress
from a lost morning
Do we live in a universe
that is absurd
who knows when the door closes
or when life hangs in the balance
when young I lacked empathy
now little things make me sad
obscene indifference
pretended compassion
promises broken
artistic allusions
there was a tear in the fabric of the night
out of my eyes fell the blindness
into the half light I wandered
A cold rain quinces the steamy
earth of my winsome soul
a forest of happiness envelopes
my journey down the pathway
and the morning was found