Untitled; The métier

Another world and then all of a sudden
You can’t take it
The one before it had sand that
Could be counted
Unfathomable in the next
Love falls up and can see behind its own head
Like a grey hound
In the next world, snap! Just like that!
It’s lost to a better, newer you
The outlier
Bending to his own will
Not the whims of one jump that
Can take him to a place
Thought better for the effort
Stop running
Other worlds open up in stillness 


                                                                     ------ Lord Bison