the wheel of time

and the ages that pass
are along sunrise and shadow
pull and position
but we are a million years old
formed and reformed
dead and reborn
the memory of earth
is beyond imagining
the shale and timbre
of sorrow and acceptance
anger and cruelty
fetid morass and slow decadence
death and disease
turgid repulsions of texture
timid resurgence of hope
the wheel of time
is a wonderful comfort
for those of us
blessed with a shining memory
of last week

wee wee pee pee

there are only a few places
we go to each day
a few people we meet, we know
and when the mortal sheath
crashes and burns
only a few maggots
a few plants
that will ever benefit
and yet in our minutes,
in our small words
in our billions
we all know the sun
we are all soothed by
the dark night
we all know what is right
and what is wrong
but we have no place left
to scream it out
to agree and agree and agree
on simple everyday feeling
as fact
inside this cozy system
of walls and switches