A Dip Into The Pool

It dawns on me

in bloudiest of hours,

there's no write

within my vocabulary 

Which is why

I can't grasp time

and it gets away

like the slipperiest of snakes

fading, awaiting 

in unknown dark;

I'd have no mind

nor soul

to give a heart

not a place exists

to do my part,

but in limbo~balanced

this, light persists

walking through space

as divine as feet treading water,

imposed upon a vessel

the heading.....nowhere.

Be sure that sleep 

will shower me clean?

And possibilities of unstoppable hands

moving counter clockwise,

if I were to listen to time

believe, in those immortal rumors

to loop around 

save face

from the one

which grows unfamiliar.

Being in the know

or the now

by time 

mind touches these thoughts,

I'm little older, more sleepless 

unaware....

night and day

keeps slipping away.