Hear that? No? The wind…it’s telling…or is it red?

Sometimes eyes decide. listen,

open your hand, touch sound and live

Steal as much fits in a pocket

dust road…he’s alive, only old.

Scrape along as best we can

sycamore cane, eyes in focus, demon trees

arms like water holding us down

mind tricks, parlor eyes, charlatans, fools errand

so young to know so much, be that as it may….

“Wait, listen, see…why cant you see?”

You are young…you have not lived to fail

how do you know what wisdom tastes like if you have not lived?

ask, receive, knock, open…apathy grows with silver hair!

Oh you will see in time…”I do not mean..” “So you agree?”

hear that? no? fool.

The king has lost all his clothes…

Brother wind these gears

sister paint on a smile, my arms have fallen asleep