Hmmm...

Slamming against the rocks and shores
The feeling things, like rivers flow
Obscured from intended design
Always running, running behind
Stuck in silence, who would know?
When even sound runs from my ear
Paused, while joy overwhelms me
Time leaves me alone
Building my stale air
Like a canopy rising overhead
As the ceiling slides toward certain depth
POP! a sudden breath
Slamming against the rocks and shores
The mind believes it has control
And nature always plays a role
Time again these words stole,


© 2007 Mark C. Carroll