It is that hour of twilight

trying to keep  millions

of pormises to myself

lost in our modern age

my voice becomes

but another

blip on the radar

burned out

by the drone

of billions

learning

how to find solace

in the vastness of space

to be a contunuim

and live in the ever after

the meadows weaving mountins

leaves browning on grass frost

days passing into the infinate

we say goodnight for now

and goodmorning tomarow

and the dreams feed us

our living souls

caught between

the alarm clock

and snooze bar

I am sleepy all day

over indulged

in the dictomy

of time

split into particles

distorted and zealous

atom on the eve

of deciet

sewing the seeds

comming in defeat

and defiance

we now form

aliances with apliances

and turn on

tune in

and drop out