It may be years
or never
before what you tell me
clicks and makes sense
ravels or maybe unravels
to weave and wiggle and
make sense of
what you experienced
of what I experienced
when I experienced it
and realized we all have
a time and place
for experience
some time or another
as you and eye see it …
…While within time
and shifts of cognition
upon orbits we’re standing,
one with
those stars and suns that
shine on our faces
as we
drink in the blessing or malediction,
our thrumming hearts
pushing streams of conscious
and unconscious,
thoughts tumbling
through nerve shocked shells,
our souls lay sunbathing
on the warm shores of
uncertain eternity
H.J.M 12/
