Off Bali
Rhythm
Must fall in the
Rhythm
A life that makes unnatural
All of nature and myself
Rhythm
Slower tempo, different tune
Major efforts to do nothing
In a “fun, relaxing”way
Rhythm
What is it I seek
That I do not already have
Silver melon wrapped in cheesecloth
Humid mask, body length
Rehearsed smiles from the heart
Expecting hate you find indifference
Resentments dwelling in your mind
Rhythm
Canvas rippling at the brow
Gentle call of wood on wood
Caressing my heart openly
Old friend smiling, waiting
Half a world away
When I escaped the first times
Heart slowing in sympathy
Horizons still had mystery
As they do again
Self sentences of cynical vision
Parole always lies within
Rhythm
The bow rises
Rhythm
Horizon remains
Rhythm.