Heavy Time

tried to ride the cyclone
when there was no other way
likened to a norther
on a humid Texas day

jumped aboard a hurricane
it was all that i could see
bought a ticket to the moon
and heard no final plea

what was found beyond the pale
was hard to e'en believe
took a shaman all his skills
his message to perceive

up and over down and under
abaft the broadened beam
stands the monolith of id
so tight without a seam

wide winds sail across the sky
in some eternal dance
and all the rolling others
will take their final chance.

January 2011