The Anvil and The Forge

 Spacetime   Slipping through the void, the pendulum shifting Time and space, dust and red clay sifting Through our fingers gently falling Echoes of memories and past ghosts calling   Innocent feet running and hands holding Dreams and dimensions circulating and folding Like a cheap umbrella in the Windy City Where vibrations murmur ancient ditties   Smile on the vintage Sun with cosmic rays Beware of blunder fooled through wounded gaze Dangerous invasions of parallel influence and folly Skipping rope on the edge of flattened jolly   Luminescent sparkles in the darkening empty Enlightening the consequence of having plenty We hold the inertia in recess of hearts Shopping the isles of beauty loaded in our carts.   Straight forward the manifold opens flat Like a damp towel over our eyes whereat We shiver motionless in the vacuum Waiting for our tattered yearn to be weaved on the loom   Forget the weight...