In The Eye Of The Hurricane

Howling all about

all around…layers

of twisted speed…

air gone mad.

Automations

dressed in black

swirl in city streets 

in the rush of the hour

dark cloud storming

dispersing 

to predestination. 

Lucky to be able to 

see it in the eye,

the open moment

spawned by momentum,

center of the merry-go-round 

of the potter’s wheel

roulette of cause and effect…

…look at them spin

their ideas and see their faces

grin in the fun house mirror…

plastered against the wall

of mind stream current

inevitability.