Violin Skies

 

This fucking world
keeps changing
the one of my birth
has faded
all I have learned
is wasted
the earth has turned
to fake this .


Christ the redeemer
is twice the size
he peers over
people that died
somehow they're older
and very much alive
to speak unspoken
all known lines
all I own is broken
even that's not mine
before the door opens
it's locked from the inside
if I manage to focus
with one or both eyes
along comes a cloud of dust
rendering me blind, I find
I lose, some time
change my muse, peruse  
free write, a bit of rhyme
fiction's true
all the facts lie
I walk right through
dimensional lines
it's all gone blue
with chequered floor tiles
a diagonal view
under violin skies.

 
Continents have shifted
time lines and zones
have drifted
short sight , is long
eyes , missed this
what's right's , now wrong
ignorance is bliss
an old song still strong
from this wilderness
where do I belong
which existence .