Expanding the Horizon

Wheels within wheels,
watching the spinning,
full flash futuristic bend,
of a cheap music visualizer,
like we were meant for more,
caught imitating carnal desires,
seemly derived from our cousins,
up in the trees, swinging and seeing,
the ground spiral out of sanity to a point.

In the past, I tended to mash the fast-forward button,
I find myself yearning to step-speed my surroundings,
as if to better catch their passing smiles, see-sawing above,
floating free to a point, as a branch in the wind, as a spring flower,
finding its root to fail, vacates its perch to spread wing and find anew,
no longer wondering what I have missed, but to hope that I will discover better.