The Crimp and Covey of Time

The Crimp and Covey of Time

The people have spoken,

Given their sublime consent by the silence of their passing.

Bubbles from below ripple the surface.

Is it a story we need to follow?

Braille for the sheep.

Feeling the bumps of the pavement, silent inscrutable graffiti.

Mind power may not be enough to save us.

We have passed to the deep sleep beyond the mind’s eye,

A fossil trail left by bugs in the sand.

Cash value ten thousand years on…

Dust,

Pools of standing water, sunset.

The swirl, spiral of shells says infinity, mescalito, galaxy, cipher’s aid,

Catalogue of the metaphors,

Useless in the crimp and covey of time.

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