Wait

We would wait for the word from a recent sleep. Then it would come as if we were waiting for it all these minutes .The word is wait , itself from a flick before sleep. After a sleep there is the poem , a lover who displaces a mind, between a poem, a movie about waiting and a real life from dreaming.

Waiting is for a single Godot of the mind. Waiting is a thing that mutates to some other thing than what we are waiting for.

But at Marvel’s back he would always hear the winged chariot hurrying near.

There is a new mower of grasses who addresses glowworms.Glow worms are not a night time’s comets predicting the prince’s funeral. They do not even predict the fall of the grasses.