Staring through
a window blind
made of slatted wood
stakes in the heart of the core
of the world
growing jackolantern's
smiles mean more
than the candle
is willing to speak of
or willing to listen closely,
nearly as close as the
distance between
two galaxies
or as far
as an electron
flies around an atom
bomb exploding
belief systems
and redefining paradigms
and nickels slot
through a hole
in the wall
built of hours
and a day
measured in miles davis
days and minutes
are roughly
the same shape.

Wayne's Writings