at the leaving
we travel to escape the tracks of
the mind
to understand these tunnels of thought
to make the clarity endure
.
the phenomena we want to last
the insight
the intuition
the expanding emotion
doesn't come with the changing of currency
or the rolling sea
.
this change moves slowly
,
constantly
,
like the motion of starfish across the ocean floor
.
when we sit
and the procession walks by
sun umbrellas and children in hand
carrying flowers and a dirge for the living
,
it is the faces speaking the stories
without need for translation
.
we are the stone cold killers
standing at the difficult point
,
at the leaving
,
expressionless in a symphony of heartbeats
while the lungs collapse
and the spine breaks
.
it is seeing all that is the same
that creates the internal change
that deepens the wells of silence
,
that intensifies the desire to reach out
,
and almost within arms reach
the eyes green, brown, blue, black
,
watering beauty
now the pavement is moving
.
changing currency for the things
to by
the chocolate and liquor
,
an appetite for catalysts
.
a deeper desire creeps
the wanting to ease sea sickness
the wanting for the laughter innocent
until the muscles hurt
,
the lasting
.
through the sound of tread on a long
highway
through the asking and receiving
through the bluring of unknown mountains
,
these are the desires
which snap the mind back into focus
,
this is what the play money buys
.