I'm Nowhere
Lost cundrels and falling faces from on high
melting into the sick
Stalactites bursting forth from the sky
What is it that makes us tick?
I must find a Mantra to survive this hive of loss gross and frost dives
while Trains fly along tracks of the ether
fleeting moments as the Tugboat seer!
Now is Now but when is when?
How might I find answers in time for then?
What do we have to lose when we get old?
For now my life is Jagged and Bold