My blood is stained in spots

My blood is stained in spots

The stains pass through my heart

Superbird gone, starfish

With rays somehow apart

Under the piano

Turtles from Chinatown

And Mrs. Robinson

Dead in the road they found

We are cutting loose threads

We are cutting loose threads

For a better finish

We tidy up our lives

So not to diminish

Yet struggles and dead-ends

The processes of work

Are part of the journey

To finery from quirk

In between two deep breaths

In between two deep breaths

Is the center of change

The uprooting of same

For the unknown of strange

And learn from our mistakes

Take note, guardrail the heart

Feel and feel better, let

Time invite and not part

Demising these thoughts of

Demising these thoughts of

Bridges without bases

No chance of arrival

No destiny places

In this corner of World

Tending to shoelaces

Life, a series of steps

Small crumbs or no traces

In white oil paint rolling

In white oil paint rolling

On avenues of yes

Moments incidental

Keep asking me to guess

Blanking out the present

Elevating from past

In clouds of existence

Ever changing forecast

Here in the turbulent

Here in the turbulent

Navigating the wake

Cross-hatching and weaving

Against the water break

So difficult to live

When you are surviving

Necessity comes first

To avoid crash diving

Find a fresh perspective

Find a fresh perspective

Back away from the cliff

Are these real mountains

Or merely but a drift

Whether my perceptions

Be either true or false

The intent is to change

Add a beat to a waltz