Sunday, January 10, 2010

OUR GLASS

A
single
grain
breaks
loose of
the crowd
at a kissing
of the spheres
emptying past proof
of multicounted moments
fully filling futures always to come
in the present so often wasted waiting
killing time 'til the promised revolution
brings the "bottom to the top" solution
for the one's who think they're done
nothing left new under the sun
life's not in the glass
time's not in a jar
we're all in a body
vastly bigger than we are

2 comments:

Tom said...

now that's really visual poetics

Pisces Iscariot said...

I see the genie in your soul :D