And then the sun rose on the other side of the moon
But I wasn’t at all interested in its proximity
Looking out across the glistening seven seas 
I was looking to expose my soul around noon
All the trees bowed in my direction and some collapsed
Could I expect more than this worship by nature,
Words were wrapped in cellophane, it was crinkled
It was inside out as I was walking through clouds 
I wanted to unravel each piece of plastic, but could not
The sun danced in the river, I saw the fish scurrying about
The tension was leaving me I was laughing but I wanted out.
But the words could not escape the see through wrapping
What was the worth of talking – the speaking the rapping.

I was sliding inside the breaking waves upon the shore
My smile was stuck between the rocks and raging sea
I could not forecast in any way what was happening to me
Did the moon want my heart presented upon a plate 
To show it to the blazing sun as it rose over the horizon 
Did the blood of my aching limbs want to stop searching
I could not tell the time, nor did I hear the clocks chime
Clockwork heaven beckoned me to look up into the blue sky
Presenting the fluffy scudding clouds into my eye
I was laughing because the cause of the mirth was nowhere
I searched for it hour after hour but the aching was beyond pain
I could not carry on looking not now not ever again,
I sat down and laughed, why did it have to be this way, please explain.

Did I capture your freedom put it inside this rusty cage
What does it serve if not the free thinking natural age
I wipe away the blood from my legs and arms, naturally
Without a thought for what needed to be done I was there
Amongst the slippery rocks clambering for life to the beach.
The sea had the reins of misfortune all around me, out of reach
For the shoreline I saw what was naturally needed for my life
Could I help my attitude towards the routine ever circling sun
I wasn’t to blame – the time was out of my mind, it would not settle
No matter what I tried to do to rectify the situation, the metal
Of the rusting cage was crumbling buckling under the weight
What could I do here in this place other than be bored and wait
I have read your book, tossed it aside, laughed, it was not for me.

3 Oct 2023.