JUNCTURE

 
 

“Is this a dream?”
Questions flying Immelmann turns in my head
 
“What do I need to do?”
___ knows
 
Reach down for the kindest moon
In the fordable streams of some downtown gutter
 
What I can fathom is that sentiment springs with clarity
Unadulterated is how we feel
 
Realizing a world of blaring emotion, I act
Joy is the part I adore
 
My mind is drenched in darkening colours
There is something I understand
 
Time grows and reaps
Yet I seek bonds and comprehension
 
Unimpeded, my stride is towards the other
At best, art is what I arrive at
 
Art needs to be passed
In pursuit of a nascent sun
 
My day is of courage, a conquest
Visions shape a red century
 
The billowing of breath
And blooming verses scatter