A POEM- Hand Full of Future

HAND FULL OF FUTURE

BY RUNAWAY JIM

Lines.

Lines of time,

from all different spaces chaotically align.

An old man snores and bumps his head in the 

rain washes out the spider. 

Desire?,
 a fated game?

Show of hands?.. No
Don't Fold!

Push the faucet...Hold!,
drip

drop

plop,

onto....

 mind.

Heart chimes,
with color's sound shines,
 through eyes rendered blind.

Illuminating  the cryptic road signs pointing towards the gold mines.

Blue Visions...,

where I beg for peace to find. 

Master muffin piece of mind, munched with most voluptuous wine? 

Or committed crimes of contradiction cries
for contentment when it Crucifies 

Cross

the T in Time for it's a fine line. 

Tight walk the twine, but don't look behind!

NEVER,

mind metal detector searching for what you yearn to find. 

I will empower, 

will power plant,

seeds of present time's, 

time present, 

givin to grow,

 a future Shrine.    

Hand's By M.C. Esher