Wild Drop Of Living

Wild dropp of living inside everyone The flower from appearances feel Something that’s doubted when gone Actuality of moments in a time real Hurrying in conflicting their ways Windows of flickering inspection That has been mislaid in the days Appealing to your sense of perception Day and night spookily populated Of crystal balls knowing not all Broken up ideas and over rated Toward each other before light’s fall What is it inside this somewhere? That has been lost to the very new Ideas in doubting to its blurts blare Gossip old chat at all times to do Bending the sky behind your mind Cemetery mask pushing its slothful Directions towards sense you can’t find Something in column false and dull