Black Matter

The night is glowing Through empty space And our imagination’s going To its subsequent place Nothing forever lasts Only little lights we are Bringing our life's casts Blinking like point star How easy it seems to be To say some words of wisdom And think it’s the truth we see When it’s only our accustom No truth will hold its water Flowing continuing its flow Expressions abstracts squatter Rhyme to hold its glow But don’t judge these words For they are something else Flying and shifting dream birds No one their future foretells Wisdom isn’t always wisdom And the rules who made them The mind and matter dualism Grow not always the same stem