Time & Time again (venting)
The world is cold in bundled up clothes, time just grows but never gets old, souls mite loath but do not mold. Metaphorical speaking the heart just beating to the rhythm of the leading, away from those teething. Years ago we all started teething, & rocked to sleep after breast feeding, products of spermed egg seeding, the first meeting, the first greeting. Minds morphing into gems each different from them, created from when, & times & times again. The mind is a muscle unlike no other, like sex with your one & only lover, or the black & whites between you & your brother, though both from the same mother, but different spectrums similar hunger, wake from slumber, & chase a thunder, but set a summer, back bone by none but a drummer. Bolts fly before the rumble, stratosphere settle the mood becomes humble.
