Who Am Eyes
Tick tock clock traversing on flip flop shoes
Cerebral currents bearing heartbeats rhyme
Spectral Uni-Verse haunts a spatial universe.
Baring the characters that transposes words
Upon rippling pages that unfold our story,
Exists a divine purpose in being recorded in time.
Who are we?
Who are we - to make a difference?
With a trillion people combination - who are we?
That in all those zillion grave words departed.
So many vanished to be vanquished silent
Upon those eternal coffin boxes stuffed
In decomposing composition skeletal remains.
Who are we -
To think we can make a difference?
A speck in an ocean of sand hour glasses
Telescoping monumental thoughts with zero gravity
Of comprehension upon microscopic reading space.
But who are we – in words?
Weep onto tears torn in weathering the hereafter
Those whether or knots bound inside a cocoon’s
Could a, would a, should a - procrastinated epitaph
To be or not to be, should that make a difference.
Who am I - the poet
To dare and think out in one’s poetic verse
That you dare to be remembered
As a speck of sand
Upon a speck of time
Baring that speck in a poet’s Uni-Verse.
Who are we?
We are the I - in our reflection
That sees our, in your insight flowing
Through who am eyes.
David Lester Young (Franklin Doppelganger) 06/29/12 ©