perception is a water spickett
that is flowing full force wen we are born,
our senses flooded...pools of sorrow, waves of joy
over time the spickett is slowly tightened
as we form views, tastes, opinions, etc
and perception is slowed to a drip
My mind comes and goes
in phrases, thoughts,
brief seconds
sense of perception
is wide open
as i sit here
unmoving, untalking
no mouth to speak of
any spec, glint,
sheen of a time i
lived once
perception slows and my mind
kicks in, opens a window
and hints at an emotion
something i've forgotten
a subtle feeling
an inkling that is as infectious as laughter
i must smile
or my parched heart will never know
what might have been,
the storming synapses on the horizon
billowing, hanging low
will pass
all gone as quickly as it came