TIME FLIES AS DO I    (11-9-1995; Galveston Island, Texas)

 
   
it seems  
the later i stay up  
each night  
the faster time  
flys by  
insomnia slings me  
again and again  
centrifugally  
like a nocturnal throw of the dice  
through a lopsided  
elliptical orbit  
increasingly further  
around and beyond  
all common sense and logic  
beyond sleep s central  
restorative processing experience  
into the alchemical digestive enzymes  
of tomorrow morning s  
now fast approaching  
first light  
as  i sail through these dark  slippery hours  
a lost satelite  
erratically orbiting  
boundless space and illusory time  
in hopes of finding  
broader sight s insights  
through this vast  timeless slipstream  
of night s lost erasure  
flying past all known and unknown alike  
along the invisible  
precarious razor s edge  
in a sleep deprived  
self destructive gamble  
with my own equally precarious  
temporal life  
where i continue to intentionally  
trespass and ignore man s laws  
where wild abandon now rules supreme  
and societal forbiddens  
and old status quo s cultural taboos  
increasingly entice  
as i ll continue to find out for myself  
my own deepest truths  
and my own clearer answers  
in whatever s left of this  
my own present  ongoing life  
where even here now  
as i keep slipping in and out of  
these fleetingly brief moments and minutes  
of my broken  intermittent  
hypnogogic sleep  
i take a quick moment  
to kneel to the universe  
in a desperately weary beg  
and simply begin to  
strum out my own tune  
note by sweet note  
on the all connecting fibers  
of this greater  great mystery s  
truly ineffable  
wordless  
aaauuuummmmmmmmmmmm  
which my eternal spirit and soul  
and everyone  
and everything else  
that exists  
in the immeasurable oneness  
of all that is  
wherein  
each and all  
inseparably are  
one with
the oneness
of all that is
which always
was
as well