DAY OR NIGHT

Day or night,
To mock a killing bird,
In Racoon’s Cabin, away, mi boys.
The infant waves of the serene lake,
Are like the crevices of my mind,
Splashing against the banks of my skull.
A hypnosis, of a sort,
Induced by the transcendental powers of nature
And for one minute, she is still,
And refreshed anew.
The opposing currents of her tai chi like motions
Compel my eyes to where her surface
Is the surface of my eyes,
Her waves, my tears,
Tears not shed for sorrow
But in realization of her awesome beauty.
The boats that sail by intensify her flow,
While still maintaining an ever so powerful stillness.
The rolling hills of her surface,
With armies of men on board,
Wheeling through time, going nowhere,
Remaining everywhere.
The keys of the piano were shaped in her salute,
Playing the waltz with her slow-quick, quick-slow motion.
Those that have forgotten how to breathe are her only enemies,
Though she loves them alike,
In her true timeless nature
My time here is sacred, pure
And I am here to remain in the presence of her charm,
The present.

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