It’s Groovy – A 4:20 Splinter in Time

I’m spinning round and round
In control, just not being controlled
My limbs function,
But that functionality is temporary
Or maybe permanent,
It really doesn’t matter right now
Just enjoying the ride
Watching the world go by
Everything is a kaleidoscope
Tiny shards of colorized color
Shapely sharpened edges defined
But for what reason or what season?
Whatever the reason, it’s pretty groovy
A collection of sounds in support
Echoes measuring the drumbeats
Tympanic sounds of beating hearts
Rhythms of the ancient world
Each contributing something old
And something never heard before
My stream of consciousness is aware
Aware of shadow and variation
Reminiscent of celestial events
An eclipse of bodies passing lights
Lights colliding with windows
And the dance of night and day
The clock ticks slower and slower
Until it decides to cease ticking
Changing course to reverse
Or reversing the forwarding
Either way, it’s pretty groovy
Rotating strobes of silent energy
Pulsating with each sentence
Speaking with sedimentary foundations
Scripted and choreographed
But never actually written in stone
My digression is becoming obvious
But hey, that’s groovy too
Let another round be ripped
Staring through the haze
Trying to stay amazed
It’s groovy, you know
4:20 forever…

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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