time and i
sometimes i swing on the pendulum
sometimes it chases me
sometimes it bashes me againist the wall
with a perfect rythm
sometimes i lay under it
and laugh
sometimes i mistake it for a bell
and sing inside its silence
sometimes i swing on the pendulum
Oh, Hero, I do like this one! Maybe I’m getting smarter, because I’m starting to understand more/relate better to your writings. But it could be temporary–my heightened intelligence/perceptiveness/intuition–Not your genius excellence in the written and “painted” arts, to be more clear (I hope).
If the yoghurt (sp?) is still alive & well, I’m going to make “Oliver” some coconut “muppins” today–he likes them (as do I)–shall I save you a couple?
Thanks
I love coconut!
“sometimes I swing . . .sometimes it chases me”
I really loved this and could relate. Do we have to have time? 
I think we must.
Remember where the seven days came from
Hey, wherearetheheroes——-where have you been? I miss your poetry.