Having a ton of fun, I
look at the rapid, finalizing sky!
That freaky unlipped mouth, lidless eye
formally appearing like life does!
Like, but not really observable,
and naming it did not make it realer!
A whirl of red hair rolls away
then right back at you! A river
of yellowing leaves is sweet on you,
carries you (we don’t have night anymore!)
out of sight! The days lie on an endless
Yes-grid of living whitish blue!
What a rush of roving time!
And yet the time just stops!
It really stops! Now come to me!