indications of hope and

fear of the unknown disappeared yet

why is life a raging river?

holding back a plant or rock from

You overtly joining its charades and

can you hear the tick, tick, tick

of the clock that regenerates

us when a freeze of success or death

leaves a chill in the back of the room but

destined to flesh out the learning curve and

blue eyes are sad in this night rain

even when it was sunny all day and

hope still helps the flattered few who

evict another bright green fight of

rights that the vines gave up on and

easy argue and hard compassion moments

issued to a hopefully good team

not on the same side as we were and

today we will connect again on a level

hot off the news-wire that bluffs and

every time it seems to care

silent in the clouds that move

eager to play the game

evil rules even followed this time

yes it was a good conversation

endings which we foresee

stopping us from shouting at stars