28 august

even as i plan to set the clock the talk is strong but the head breaks on impact -- counteracting sunshine that unwinds in easy doses of subtle power for hours at a time -- no crime in the skies but that still rises even in the dark as i park to seek conclusions -- instead a rough confusion of blame seeking and recordkeeping -- why the squeezing pressure and the measured treasure of day rearranged in this way with means and intent fully bent on a harder path to follow -- all the wild cannon balls -- all the cues to flail and fall as the night comes up -- stuck in the brain with the strains of some uncertain record on repeat -- slapping a groove and landing in disorder -- call off the shots and top off the eyes as the curtains come down -- the warning sounds for future efforts: sun might shine but its rays are sharp --