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.