here’s the thing…

the differences in magnitude on scales forever changing.

Fluorescence from the colliding of atoms rearranging.

They wait for them to die so they can get a better seat,

you never liked opera anyway the flickering’s offbeat.

Is cryptic really worth it when you want to stand connected,

I ask myself while caffeinated, the parts before dissected?

The conscious streaming lullabies when subconscious starts to waken,

denial is the better part of volcanic years unshaken,

and at the end it’s music in a different dialect,

I’m not making sense of any notes but they move me to correct,

the chorus that’s repeating,

the snow instead of sleeting

is the key I’d much prefer,

just add ? ? and then stir…

5 thoughts on “here’s the thing…”

oldepunk says:

I love this one Vanessa! I think i may have to go brew some coffee!:P (nudge, nudge, wink,wink)

oldepunk says:

Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry and commented:
Vanessa with some deep thoughts

say no to clowns