muse

Ignorance is bliss, said the mind's eye to the fly that buzzed the deck before the wreck

craving that simple solitude of flight carefully watched by too many unseen forces

at work against the sun beating down for the fun of what may come or had already been

and guessing at the insolent patience of life plodding on at fixed rate despite my tivo capabilities

speeding up and slowing down to receive my crown carefully crafted when noone was looking

cobbled together with fragments of perceived gain and fake fame that now seems lame in the light

what a fright of delight to see that sprite dash across my consciousness and shake the webs

forgetting the forgotten moments that once poignantly pointed me directly up where i didn't want to go

and now treads loudly on the cabin pressured coffin that i bought at discount those years ago