Adagio cantata

ever on the flow

ever re-imagined

causeway along the tide.

Swaying to the heady wind

casting side the sorrow

quietly settle one stride.

.

Where-about one seeks

against the cursed flight

rummaging for the cause

size up the wrong and right.

.

I can be this

I can be that

rising up to nothing.

exacerbated

saturated

thinking.

.

Hold that thought.