The Drifting of Time
By Bruce Levine The day drifted byOr flew byHard to decipherWork obliterates thoughtIn a stream of consciousnessUnconsciousnessPursuing goalsAs an end unto itselfShapelessRacing from one entity to anotherWithout connections other than themselvesEach one tied to the central themeYet independentAnd driftingTheir own haphazard ideasPlayed against the venues afforded each oneAnd seeking the end of their journeyIn a … Continue reading The Drifting of Time