Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

everything is in slo-mo
I can no longer remember the pace
of life, my internal metronome
an aberrant glitch, my vision

seized up, and I am left chasing
a mechanical rabbit replay after
replay, fingers just behind the leader
and who knows, maybe if I catch it

the game is over, the race,......is run
maybe dreams have always been
a search for dyed easter eggs, and
waking life is a video to amuse the gods

like a game of marco polo
voices call out to the blindfolded
a fling with hot and cold,
the tempo downbeat, so you pay

attention.....a beautiful runner
in a white linen gown and painted nails
runs by slowly, deliberately ,...so when
you reach out you fully expect to touch her arm

but she gone like a teasing august wind...off
to another person's daydream, answers....
lie in the chase, in the ratcheted rumbling race
tiny steps in primordial air

a seeker with rapid eyes grins
lobe to lobe, lobotomy to lobotomy
we operate on the mind with laser determination
and hope the machine spits out a winning ticket

or at least........... we break even