'Drift'

I wish I was a spirit.

I would be able to drift:
from place to place,
person to person,
event to event.

I'd be able to visit
anywhere and everywhere,
past, present, and future too.

Memorable and
forgettable alike.

I'd be able to witness
the creation and destruction
that humanity has
inflicted and gifted
its earthly palette.

I would be able to see
all the beautiful people,
and their beautiful smiles.

Every single one of them.

Everyone would be beautiful;
for I would not have an eye
through which to behold them.

I would be able to
absorb moments
without corrupting them
with my presence.

I'd be able to condense
everything and nothing
into a droplet.

I could drink forever.

Mystical patterns fill the sky
An endless void
Consuming a lost soul
The serpent crowds the screen
And fills the darkness
Not with fear
But with acceptance

Something is coming to **** me.
There is no time.

You've been there, seen that, done that, -
But I don't care because
I have to try to be there,
I need to go and see that,
I must attempt to do that -
But this time, on my own.

Here I go, head first
Jumping and not being pushed
Into the deep end.

A new issue can

adjust in a new pattern –


as Euréjà vu!