Layers of life in the shadow lands, past present and some future mix. A dark mist in a ball hangs in front of my eyes. Irritates me, still hours, waiting for it to move, to dark tears of an unseen world, such is desperation for a better day, that thus far is not manifest. I push my hands to part this cloud. To see if there is a clean white one to set me free.
A Thousand Years Ahead
A thousand years ahead I turned up on a beach risen from golden sand and sun id been rolled squeezed tossed raised on a full moon evolution made a double now I know I can go on and there will be someone like me in another thousand years