not invited

 i wonder about

all the conversations

i dont hear, what all people say

to each other;

i wonder what those words do,

that are said in confidence,

the pile of secrets

in the air,

so thick cant see,

i wonder what could may brew

around me, us, the world, sky space gods and suns.

lots of looks

at other folks,

to maybe know,

what to do, what to do.

lips are closing once they heard,

lips be closed

sounds not heard, heads still thinking.

what can stop them,

what stops me,

who is anyone?

on the behalf of everyone.

chance and consequence

 at least most of the time

straight and predictable 

calm neutral center.

from the courtyard gate at paradise

 the gentle brush of spring

splaying the latest light iteration

as the world turns and glides

blooms boom in the view,

the last shiver and hush of darker times.

 

as it arrives now forthly here

too short for how much beauty born

too little time as the wind blows,

as creatures emerge that slumbered,

as food and feast, tree

green translucent clover

soil tilled and life buds out

and learning to walk.

 

your dress a flower blossom,

smiling in the sun and us,

grass cut, trees make marvelous

shadows at the picnic.

a break for all the lingering

to dissipate and bounce.

missing bedtime

 we all play pretend

in the lobbies

of fancy hotels,

we act like we know,

or may be right

while being wrong,

we mess up lives

like our own,

we make life in everlasting ways,

we project

we arrive we are,

I am beating now as the

garden blooms,

forever home

all now

A hand can draw a line 

all goes.

 

early warning signs

I am mr tech repair

I come on time

Through the air

Delivering your care.

Mr tech repair sees it thru

Gets the job done

Happy cool.

I am mr tech repair

I care i care i care.

Mr tech repair.

 

how are we connected

 he stared at the eclipse,

future tiny black hole,

with sunglasses on,

but a minor crack

one minor full diameter,

the light of the sun

slipped in between

the fissure of the protective lenses.

looking up

became 

muscle and blood,

a ray of light split

fractaly until

it hit some cell

inside photochemical actions

apostis, mutation, iregulation.

The light of dying death throes from the slow nova shows us what we see. Imagine how a star even lives a mostly mundane routine for its most awesome memory to be momentary. 

he never knew

that in that moment he now was dying.