Spread out on the grass

The day swims into black ocean,
acupuncture, grass needles seem to lose their devotion
motion, the clouds pull away from the moon like cotton
stars are placed scattered like memories, the sun is forgotten
rotten, my gut from last night’s fight,
mind running at the speed of light despite
my equilibrium shot and the intense vision blur
a hand full of questions and problems to defer
contemplating the time elapse for an energy transfer
Now I’m laying out on the grass, trying to make time pass
my world is shifting and spinning just a little too fast
it’s only a matter of time before the collapse
but I can’t wait, burning with anticipation to rebuild
I have an appointment alone, for a bunch of voids to fill
spill, my thoughts and heart onto the canvas,
shades of confusion and delusion, fables with no conclusion
my need for resolution, my need for seclusion
fusion of light and sound, lost and found, I’m losing ground
how profound, I feel out of it, yet so connected,
I am the darkness of the water’s own reflection.
sinking into the natural flow, without thought or choosing
I won’t be the water, but I know how to be the movement.