Heaven knows the world
And shows the silent sounds
Of time passing over all of us.
Soulless tombs of time & tides
Of slashing around all of us. There’s a quality to happiness
That’s flat & all the same.
Nice to be there…
No difference; when it came. There’s a depth to down.
Gives a sense of place and space.
Bounds to move around
There’s a depth to down. Biggest smiles cannot hold a candle
To the widest frown.
There is a depth to down. Measuring the sadness seems easier
Than polishing the gladness.
There is a depth to down. Heaven knows the world
And shows the silent sounds
Of time passing over all of us. Restless wounds confound
Timeless bounds of ways & means
Glazing all around us. There’s a quality to joy
That’s bland but has no pain.
Nice enough to be there…
No difference; when it came. There’s a depth to down.
Gives a sense of breadth & width.
Bounds to move around.
There is a depth to down.