thursday

its thursday now
and monday seems just a blur
the carnival of life revolves
and reels around me
flashing lights
and crying
maybe this is a good time
to talk about
what is really going on
there is no truth
no lie anymore
just feelings and awareness
past is gone
future unborn
present swimming
circling
waiting without knowing.
we pass some barrier
and see it looking back
god is a road bump
a pothole we experience
banging into our reality
a body in motion
remains in motion
unless acted on
by an outside force.
i am moving waiting watching
outside forcing me away
i see the simplicity of knowing
the implicit trust
and fearless actions unifying
melting away me and you
and every face i am
then i am pulled
and grabbed
and tugged
into my body a
way from the truth
to here
now
separated
fractured mirrors
scattered from the collision
as one crosses the line
its thursday
and every time
is this time
every thought
this thought
every action
this action
reflecting
echoing
vibrating endlessly
without meaning
hoarse whispers
ending a night of screaming
as the full moon
looks in my eyes
wide with love