Change Is

I caught a glimpse of the sky,

Forever and high

In the watery grave of your deep blue eyes;

I sank like a stone

Beneath

All I'd ever known

& died as a fortune teller

Seeking a throne;

So alone

In the world

The mind tries to survive

By separating touch from

The object inside;

In my room I build a theater,

a shadow for the Sun,

a curtain for the Moon, a garden for the Swan

& tend to these bruises

Of ego and hate;

I finish my portion,

I eat the plate

The knee is crooked

Smile is bent,

The attitude is fatal,

I need more friends;

My position is fixed,

My fear is a fence

That keeps me from reaching the garden of ends;

You sink my fleet,

You catch my breath,

You turn the other cheek

And pay my debt;

The holy is lonely

The ignorant bliss

Of asking too much

From nothingness

The blues swirl above like Miles in the sky,

I listen for the look

I find in your eyes

A balancing act

Impossible to follow

That flows like the wine that keeps me in circles

The vultures of culture,

The witches of greed,

The weather of another chemical dream

In place of the living as vampires do

The blood of the past is so overdue;

Checked out forever under a thousand false names

From Adam to Atom,

From birth to the grave;

Thirty-three is nothing but a number in the sand

Of the hourglass that tips

In favor of a man;

The middle of somewhere,

But nowhere all the same -

I know we are all the same.

I know we are all the same.

But that doesn't make a difference

To a point out in space,

And it doesn't paint a picture

From the lines on your face