TIME is always shifting, like
quicksand i say, first to the
center, then the left, then right,
then laughter spits out from the
sky, leaving this moment full of
dirt, rust, and the sounds of blue, and white
butterflies, still, life finds the power
to kick and bite, and stand on two
big feet.
DAVID....I NEED TO KNOW IF YOU ARE FAMILIAR WITH THESE GROUPS, AS YOUR WRITING IS SO IN STEP EITH A POSSIBLE INFLUENCE............ King Crimson; Crash Test Dummies: Mahogany Rush: Camel; Yes(older pieces) GREAT WRITE, SIR DREAMLYRIC''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK/FJR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time... you have said the truth.... good read.