Saturday, January 23, 2021

The strobe route.

 The fate and the fate near fate 

Collide.


An ambulance parts the way and people

Heave their helpful bits.

The sun glistens in all the blue particles between the shell

That protects us, and our ungrateful senses.



The fate and the fate bear fate approach one another

As though time might mellow their differences;


These dummies are gluing their own skulls back together

Just trying to think.