One Penny And 1/3 Thought
Salvador Dali's Metamorphosis Of Narcissus
It seems your down to the threads of a screw being
Driven down into the screw holes threads of truth.
You can be like the smoke viciously leaving lungs.
You fill every crack and crevice and then dissipate.
Now I see you are like starring at the clock without
Any thought of time and no patient time for thought
Right down to bare wooden floors being entertaining
Then you can be like the broken stem flower I see.
That gushes vivid neon pink blood from leaf to leaf
That you Yes you just you can not ever feel nor see.
“Shhh” excuse me darling allow me to press my lips
Upon your ear and ever so gracious and most gently
Can you stop stand still be quit listen and just wait.
Truth shall appear If you follow patience’s lead.