WHAT IT IS
Two sides of a double headed nickle
Fickle is a thing called fate
Master of the here and now
time slips, shifts and wrinkles
in Mayan calenders and grandfather clocks
Centuries made out of straw and dust
blowing in the wind
WHAT IT WAS
The future shimmies
and shakes like a go-go dancing
apparition, ghosts in the machine
prophets for hire preach tomorrow as the cure for today
WHAT IT WILL BE..