Timeless motion my old friend

(ode on the run)

I awakened in the center of a thoughtful of moment

whose crystalline bride beckoned

nay broke my fragile train

of concentration I know nothing

that lies

beyond my searching eyes wandering through the misty morning do I see

the weak beginning

the chaos surrounding

the surrender following

suits marching toward the jobless edge and praying

for more than I need

and less than I want

to admit my fear my love is only the first glistening witness

of the camel's nose in the tent

from which escape remains for all in tents and purposeness

artful dodgery by day

after day

and flailing illusion (in the big pond)

by night

I am comforted till the first breath of dawn

by the darkness in which my shadow hides