THRU THE CRACK OF THIS WINDOW
Thru the crack of this window a new 2morrow never arise because everyday mimic yesterday-the future seems frozen where the PRES-ENT PRE-SENT only past memories; pictures of happy days & stories told by detail remind one how the sun once evolved to a moon-hoping for today to move on from history into a much more clearer glass / outside we know travel many paths unable to see thru this microscopic view-so the noise let us know life is way bigger than this room; sometimes the sound shrinks all senses numbing sensitivity & vision -and see no feeling what so ever but whoever got a big ole ass.
Lap dancers consume imaginations while the bird whistle serenity untamed-the skies appear to be unlimited with movement that moves fast & furious; nature neutralize places that becomes an immediate threshold-displaying life in general is evident that this sight is only a glance of the naked eye / due to the colonialism cataract our 20/ 20 is hindered from all realities-trapped in twilight zone time we are inept to adapt to the universal sundial; seconds, minutes, & hours are replaced by idiot box propaganda- so we live an emotionless life where the majority of tears are only a dry cry.
Wait! There may be a changing of the day we profess loudly with the trumpet-in awe John parolee saw the entire window thru a crystal clear panoramic; it’s like a paradise of pure liberation without any signs of restraint-then the voice of John fades into oblivion never to be heard again/ so we ponder that moment when our blink no longer catches one scene-longing for John to reappear with help to remove our scenic obstruction; days, weeks, months, & years turn into calendars of daunting despair-going back to the peephole searching for comfort chasing the direction of the wind.
NORTH, EAST, SOUTH, WEST! Our compass is restricted to sides where our very first examination began-swallowed inside the depths of its’ blindness enable the blindfold to suffocate all socialization; some look to break the near & far cycle by believing-so the struggle of the two continue to invade the iris purpose/ so today I give thanks despite the window mandate to destroy our building-using its shades to block any sun from shining natural nourishment; utilizing my pupils to block any sun from shining natural nourishment; utilizing my pupils to over ride the window dehumanizing curtains- till the day I can come back with scaffold, squeegee, & windex professing everybody’s window is open for service!
Vernon Watts
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