Psychic

The water is calm-a ripple lone On an ocean vast on waves unknown With a shovel of chance I dig necessity's hole In a world without rhythm no pulse of soul Tomorrow blankets today; yet today feels no chill Life's flow unbroken is only a dream's will The poet's like rain the scholar a rail The philosopher's wind-someone else in our tale The harmonica too belongs to the bold To those who disrupt who cannot be told My day and my rose stolen of bloom And thunderous echoes fill the room This "psychic" is nothing new- Just a rash in childhood hue Three monsters abide Strength on the faces of highland birds Etched by a sun's sharp trace its words Cut through unreachable shadows deep Secrets are sleds of time we keep; We are wolves each of us deep- Won't you just dig Secrets our tether as we pull the track Forgotten in snares we're pulled back Remember life is today; yet today feels no chill Life's flow unbroken is only a dream's will The poet's like rail The poet's like rail The philosopher's wind-someone else in our tale The philosopher's wind-someone else in our tale Tomorrow blankets today; yet today feels no chill Life's flow unbroken is only a dream's will The poet's like rail The philosopher's wind someone else in our tale The harmonica too belongs to the bold To those who disrupt who cannot be told My day and my rose stolen of bloom And thunderous echoes fill the room This "psychic" is nothing new- Just a rash in childhood hue The harmonica too belongs to the bold To those who disrupt who cannot be told My day and my rose stolen of bloom And thunderous echoes fill the room This "psychic" is nothing new- Just a rash in childhood hue The man with no footfall approached our minds And none of us heard him come in kind Fear guards us all undeterred While humankind stands undisturbed From fear come gifts like summer's light The ripened fruits of hidden might And other fruits of hidden light The man with no footfall approached our minds And none of us heard him come in kind come in kind The man with no footfall approached our minds And none of us heard him come in kind Fear guards us all undeterred While humankind stands undisturbed From fear come gifts like summer's light The ripened fruits of hidden might We write for the endings the starts we seek The cycles of life that urge us to speak Which of these which answer shows Which wakes me from these echoed woes? Am I blind or a man unseen Lost in the space between? The gaps we see in things undone Remind us of a distant one