A full moon passed the skies It's gravity, a mental scramble A guess, a thought, a troubled gamble Free will is full of lies Encased in life's illusion I chased the fleeting anecdotes Of summer caps and winter coats Of memories' intrusion The days are shorter by the hour I've tasted nothing new The sky transformed a troubled blue The blueberries turned sour Connected to a higher plane Through meditative breaths The path, more rights than lefts Now buried by the leaves and rain My concept of time translucent The past, the future cast in layers The masses, unresponsive players A fleeting, dragged-out descent I reach for sanity within instances Within moments I yearn to record Inside my mind, I'm lord Of emptiness and devoid surfaces I've pieced most of it whole A mind composite This life in flesh is but a visit Or else an absence, a black hole Transparent like a rainbow Transient like dry ice Like a million butterflies Lost days stacked in a row I closed my eyes to see the truth The dark continuous is one The bullet never left the gun The old a phoenix of the youth