! ! ! Voices Over The Black Board! ! !

the pangs of pan freckled being thrusted by the rage of fire out of uncertainty of the time still in dark side of unknown what may happen tomorrow yet latching on to the dream and desire across the time and space yet not precipitated passion flies from the dust of the ground onto the top of blue dust intoned hovering across the void vastness of the sky expanded twitchy bird flies in quest of breath keeping all its earthly desire hotshot folding across its flapping wings storm may come on its way flecking all its bated fear along by the heath of each speckle of hope the thirst for living of heartland frozen under deep shadow of tomorrow yet it returns back in a heartbeats for its waiting kids hanging over the tree the wind may thrash them down along the rain drops yet it counts the abacus of life across the blurred voices over black board,