life was about to
exellerate one of my episodes
life was about to
expel the light and a world divided at the bottom
life was about to
be cut out of the paper tablecloth a turning, green globe with blue shaped water
life was about to
turn to a little shiny object that smells stale bare feet, sticking to the floor
life was about to
bare to the water, sand and sun tall canopy like trees that buckled the sidewalk with their roots
life was about to
expose the larger sky taking a backseat to dry indifference
life was about to
reveal a truth only his gait and posture could express
life was about to
sprinkle stars that rolled from the cup of our palms
life was about to
become theater with stages everywhere
