Repitensity

rhythms seem to show us
the way to do our lives
except for missing notions
of when our time arrives. . .

failing all thats seemly
just as the curtain calls
that urging sense of something
beyond the mental walls. ..

there may fall a thunder
or an unslaked shift of wind
and dwindling replys
will ease but never end. . .

save the slowing of the Id
which could be within our sight
and the daring of the day
will sleep throughout the night. . .

11-5-2000