Ramble

Trident's tease,

A threesome of threes,

Thorough trees,

And nothing will bend knees.

Nothing will sting bees;

The birds,

Then come the babies.

A gift to manifest,

To mold life inside yourself.

All the more powerful in

right time and place.

Now,

is not the right time and place.

Time unconsciously...

No,

subconsciously,

slowly,

ticks by and by;

through and through.

Till the day is conquered,

Till the king is overdue,

and I am alone.

I am blue.

Anxiously ready, awaiting "rebirth."

To be something new.

How nostalgic does it feel to peel away the dead.

Almost,

Difficult to digest.

Micro dose, maybe, if you must.

Where routines are

rooted in route;

Far from the slobbery sobriety.

Look,

See a mirage fade to grey,

To a new day,

A new land,

or is it the same?

Stay lost.

Lose time as quickly as space consumes.

Tied to nothing, but a red string.

A dead simple,

Promise,

A plead,

maybe even a please.

It's your life,

as mine is mine.

Do as you will;

Selfishly, soulfully, and spiritually.

Let it be swift,

See how you'll sparkle,

Surrounded sweetly,

Find peace.

Rest all the more

Patiently.

Await the presence,

what its truly like

to perceive and to be perceived.