Futurescape

Beg thee crescendo please be it.
anxiety in waves so fierce,
the river runs through thought now
and divides me: one eye green (natural)
the other stark silver (machine), chrome huge
like the hands of an aged watch
turn clockwise every day the silver becomes
a circle.
This is the pattern of doubt:
each hour has its significance.
Luxury this clock no longer needs to be
Turned daily.
It moves with its on consciousness.
Time elapses to the future and the state of time
Exists on man made devices without
daily human energy input--no fingers
must turn dials.
Now the cycle continues,
patterns of silver similar externally to former clock
But now of different meaning:
Stress exists without physical daily reminders.


Beg thee forgotten please be here,
nostalgia in pockets of necessary scents.
Pockets I search for desperately in
vintage stores already with their own musty-reminders
On the clothing racks, circular-an oddly familiar shape
I find I
Turn, my one silver eye moving rapidly-not linear
It moves with my own consciousness
despite machine imposed reality.
Time elapses to my moment and state of mind
I believe it is beyond the grasp of normal
silver cycles perceived with consensus.
It now has my own meaning:
Memory exists in physical daily reminders.


Beg the perception please be mine,
Control within cerebral grasp in hope of stability.
Stable like reliance on self ordained clocks
That spin silver hands-I live
on this pattern.
I am reaching in my pocket, watching
The disappearance of all held as countable.
One by one
they slip away as every hour the
Minute hand strikes the same number.
It now has a strange meaning:
Perception exists in daily mental reliance.


Beg the meaning please be near.
Hands spinning days that blend away
Both natural time (green) and
Linear time (silver)
Days moving through my life physically
And mentally-small changes in variation cause
People to become the pockets I search for and
I watch them slip through my hands which
Holds time and I am desperate to discover
Its significance.
It now holds something:
Meaning exists in daily acceptance and
Crescendo I beg with
this you bring me closure.