darkness consumes
my realm of vision
for my sun rises
simultaneously to
the crescent moon.
the howling of
the passing cars
in the distance
filters the choir
of birds both
posted up on alpha waves,
while others decide to
blend their desolate chirps
within the passing wind chills
of the purple sky.
there’s placement
for anything and everything.
there’s validity in one’s purpose,
even if we fail in constant repetition
in attempting to search for it…
sometimes you need
to stop looking in order
to clear your eyes with clarity.
E. Eliot, USA
The Social Poet 