Moving the Time Until I Move On

There is dust on the ledge in my mind.  Finding a serene place to be is not easy today.  I did get out to put some words on the page.  I feel like, at this point, I should be fearful at going out at all.  There is an earthquake that no one can see, and a tsunami that spends all of our money.  Maybe people have chosen "poor me" circumstances at this point in the evolution of the world economy and ecology.  Clean up will be big, and I will find a beautiful and artistic cave to house myself and my wares.  It is okay to just stay away, but do not approach with hostility for no reason.  Ignorance is an illness and there are so many sick people out there.  I try to sit through the news and no one sees the double speak.  In the end, words will be a lot different in different communities.  As I drink my tea, I see infinity and become a rare bird for all to see.  Maybe a new doctor will bring a quiet spell to calm that is around me.  I look to him to relieve my pain in my calf, and calm my heart from night during the day.  I say little, but I make the call to be on the ball.  I pledge my heat to an essence of a beautiful scent and color who is new in society.  He has always been seen as a god, and now I welcome in to a brilliant scheme to show everyone's madness, very publicly, without losing all sense of society.  We will play and have our hey day.  Stay silent for now as I process the illness in my vicinity and my heavy heart from that which I will not speak of.  I am here, but when my clock expires, I will move onto another realm with new heavenly entities.  I hope that I can come together with men here, but, in death, I will live again, and see nothing from this space ever again.