slipping.

time continues...
sleep
work
sleep
work
sleep
work
sleep
work
sleep
work
sleep
work
sleep
work.

the loss of creative moments upsets the very acids in my being. i can not seem to comprehend the changes that so abruptly dissipated into thin air. just like that... gone.

the piano leaves me
the one lover... moves away
the borrowed guitar
breaks.
now the only instrument left
my voice.

she sings.
i can begin now to
feel and hear the improvement
i can take it anywhere
this voice requires
no case
no rental charge
no label
thank the heavens, because i will soon travel lightly.
making sure to tread the seas with ease. going with the tide
the pull of gravity that guides us all... if we accept it.
allow yourself the grace to fall.