The Mind That Won't Stand Still.
Jack Bowman
Imminent thoughts
cloaked behind a veil
of tomorrows
instinctual impressions
a shrouded figure reaching toward
a man lost in conflict
with his destiny
within his nature images, time
cannot be held
eyes glance back and forward
in anxiety
he asks for help in
muted tones
jumbled messages not received
inturn
he stands, walks to the center of the room
a stage on which
he reveals his naked humanity
and is at once
consumed by silence
and the ragged
vestiges of
hope.
