in time

rythmic succesions build all around,
collapsing the impossible and sane.
cacophonies harmonizing into sound
have drenched my would in its stain.

something of unmistakeable confusion
has oriented my world upside down.
cloud and combustion, smoke, illusion
tuned inside out, critic to clown.

there is a tide rising in my mind,
pounding and pulsing through my feet.
mountainous melodies newly designed,
have risen to challenge sorrow's seat.

understanding and adventure still await,
recalling to mind a remembered glory;
echoing promise and purpose, fable, fate
entreating the poet to undue his story.

what if the ending never ended at all?
resolutions undone and surprise ringing?
what if the mountains released their call,
in mighty trumpets and strings singing?