Slippage

The man neither young nor old loved the night

Quiet sound of footsteps echoing off the faces of dead stars

Houses in umbrage sheltered human burritos with schedules

And rules to follow in order to keep the cogs in motion

This night showed little singularity as his four-four cadence continued

Pushing the temple onward and outward

While the mind ran amok contemplating

Self-perpetuating

Systems

Glitches of cognitive dissonance.

Neither young nor old this man night’s long lover

Realized all he had learned everything

While knowing nothing at all

Self-esteem had stretched into boredom

Self-image he left to indifference

Better to move and continue to move and leave bliss

In favor of ignorance

A shimmer beckoned from a copse of trees

Not light but a lighter

A fiend in the woods firing up his existence

Why not go take a gander and see if their plumage matched?

Glug went the bottle drowning the throat.

Cloud sent signals to dead eyes in the sky.

Come begged the nightingale urging him on

You said the Ancient of Gravity Grind.

And regaled the younger with probes and prickles

He claimed to spit upon thought

Ponder or plot for most plots end up where all people do

Queried then he the younger what has been learned

Aggressive passage through passages passing by

And bye said the ink to the rye

Some refuse to be caught for all ready the cage

Has driven them upward to fly or be swatted

And the outcome no being decides.

One circle talks much saying nothing

Another hummed and revealed the all

Soon youth and age saw no separation

No distinguishing marks from one to the other

Glug went the gut satisfied but bereft

Cloud filled the lungs with tar for the morning

Mourn said the time with passionate passing

How asked the man too young to start rotting

So the Ancient waved a stick-arrow hand to the right

Appearing

A Gauguinic cherub chub adorned with the clothes of the sun.

Bleeding

From the palette painted not by new morning

But by handcraft of evil and petulant glory

Jumping and cursing the old watched the middle watching the boy roll around

Yea said the wise to the ego despised

May you push this aside and one day be ripped wide

Heed said the Ancient bowing to the moon

Flaking to ashes with a parting song

When next he said we three chance to meet

We will not be apart from the eons

Stop

Silence

Sign to the singing wind flowing in time

Too old to be young but too young to be old

A four-four cadence returning to soothe

This man who loved night

Lost in the echoes of headache

As it aches right now

Throbbing with things informed and then known

Pens can be pushed

Door open be thrown

But no force can kill the killer who made the murder

The theft of the matter of matter

And like zero symbolic perfected phantasms

Pass said Time with a yawn

Pawn called the sun as it broke veils of love

Remember the man who loved you so

As he ages and dies so do I.