Fizzing foreheads.

This tube inside my furrowed brow
All made of electric signals,

It’s locked up tight when I can’t quite
Separate event from symbol

But when it flows
Good God I know,
Let mallet hit gong cymbal.

So read this and die
With gorged third eye
And think another thing rhyming with signal.

You will.

You will bend
Around such rocks
As activity & work
Or any chosen pursuit
– but will you bend
Like a stick or like water?

You will flow
Into and find the next pursuit
And inevitably keep busy
– but will you flow
Like tar or like water?

You will catch
In the winds of uncertainty
And buffet
In the breeze of unpredictability
– but will you be caught
Like a plastic bag
Or will you catch and mould and soar
Like the wing of the bird?

You will break
With the weights of
Events & time
– but will you break like the branch
Under too heavy a load
Or like the seed coming free
From the frond
And falling towards
The fertile
Earth?