nights and days roll over
tumble forward
like an avalanche accelerating down the mountain
our epic opus is orchestrated
in never ending
crescendo and decrescendo
sun rises and sun sets
I applaud wildly
then bleed silent tears
in the ebb and flow of so many years
inhale the fragrance –
exhale the stench of decay
pray for salvation, seize the day
oh, by the way, there’s a price to pay
clutter, confusion, tax forms
name signed on the dotted line
penalty fees, late charges
day to day
– dusk to dusk
– dust to dust
postage and handling extra
weaving in space 