By, Sean Frank
The water moves in certain
Directions
Life moves forward
No matter what way
Your facing
This life is a causeway
The sky is recklessly
Ridden with careless stars
We act like they reflect upon us
Like the distance their light travels
Equals the distance
Between our scattered
And perfectly singular days
Dispersed between
Countless crashing years
And a crash is how
Passing years
Can feel
As if the pressure
Of repeating
False premonitions
Can predate repetitive
False proclamations
Of victories achieved
And dreams under siege
What the hell do we ever say
And what in the hell
Do we ever mean
We mean the universe
And sometimes more
The expanse is ever occurring
Like a warm summer night
Lying in a unfamiliar bed
Moonlight sneaking through
The blinds
And a small metal fan
On its last gasp
But none the less
Ever spinning
Ever giving
Of everything it has