fixed and waiting ,while pirates seek the sunrise

words don’t fall as easy these days
too much work, too much sleep
belief is tired and tried
as the world speeds up
and then slows down

words don’t fall as easy these days
too much love, too much sex
and then, not enough
the heart is incomplete
screwed by hungry innovation
and almost dead

words don’t fall as easy these days
as terror plays with agony
and boredom sleeps with fate
sometimes we plant
terrible seeds of creativity
and other times we just linger
among cobwebs of lazy excess

words don’t fall as easy these days
because the sky seeks dominance
over captured contracts of time
and the morning art dissolves
into pointless routines

rescued from predictability by the word
the flash gathers the light
ghost eyes rest and reset
floating in windows of naked hours
we wait while pirates seek the sunrise

words don’t fall as easy these days
but when they do
the soul is released
and the obscenity of life
becomes beautiful
once again

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