Frames of Life

sixty five frames per second pass

pass in front of me consistenctly,

I detect every one of them, although

my eyes do not agree...  around me

is a motion picture of nature and

those who play within her boundaries,

not understanding all the time, what

it is wer are supposed to be doing...

some days, it is a blur as it passes

by so quickly and some days, it all

seems to be slow motion...  we no

longer comprehend the nanoseconds

that comprise each second nor do we

understand how life is spliced together

to create it randoms stories and events,

but, we have learned to accept what we

see or think we see or better yet, what

we are told to see by those who write

our daily scripts...  actors and actresses

we are not, yet pretend to be from the

rise until the setting of the sun...  and,

in the evening and darkness of the

night we become creatures who fly into

the fantasies of our non-creative dreams.

9 March 2023