Like Beethoven and Dreams

Like Beethoven and dreams,

this seems to be

a blossoming explosion,

and a black cat

has a paw in this,

my abstract


Color, color,

sorting through the colors,

muddled in this slow moving


that no light source

will illuminate.

Drown all fears

in red for courage.

Sink all fate

in green

to shed away

each coincidence.


back into isolation,

the buzzards

circle the barn,

the buzzards circle the barn,

like they escalate

the timetable of my crossing over.

And all the swirling background

music twists in the heavy air.

All we have is expression

to show we have evolved.

And reincarnation to show

we haven't, my black cat

tells me this.