water

the snail moves time
through many empty spaces.
the snaking wormhole.

the folly of fools
men with egos and small tools.
much compensating.

the man chases green
because he’s full of envy.
and the noose tightens.

in still reverie
one hears the universe speak.
but listening is hard.

night bites my nose.
cold like ice.
sharp as your words.

the waiting room
full of empty chairs.
swept under carpets.