MOTIONLESS

MOTIONLESS
10/96

Anchors gather and drip from my brow
And fall to earth like seeding vines
That just holds you there
And deny destinies
Or admit they never were
That is when dreams gather dust
Motionless

And vacuums never power your sails
I am stuck with solar panels at midnight
I fell my feet are stumps
And I wish they were dandelion seeds
Sucking up the breeze
Instead of
Motionless

My hour glass is full of quicksand
And they tell you not to struggle
It’s a quicker sinking
So quit thinking
And admit destinies
Or admit they never were
Motionless