It is a day of remorse and gray skies
A day of infinite possibilities of grayer skies
In a near distance thunder rumbles
Waiting just beyond the furthest rim of the darkest cloud

Wherever the infinite shore washes up towards which I swim
It always moves against the unnecessary current of our
Preoccupations with movements in space our time
Just as ripples of sun and rain and wind

Shatter the misty glooms of another voice
Where a man sits with a sun and a reservoir
Splaying outward with waters rippling like a vision
Swooping birds and ducks floating in cloudy mists

Into prisms of color beyond color beyond the scene
Of a simple-minded observer whose body is now
A body without organs riding a sun beam in a memory
Of arcing patterns just as the thunder recedes