Cycles Of Motions

I open my eyes, things become blurry
Everything seem to be in a hurry

Colors blend wavy and broken
Chatting as if they were tokens

This is blizzard what a notion
Cycles going through the motions.

Poem # 3 Written 12 March 1989
Cycles Of Motions.


I open my eyes
Things become blurry

Everything seems
To be in a hurry

Colors blend
Wavy and broken

Chatting as if
They were tokens

This is buzzard
What a notion

Cycles going
Through the motions

Poem # 3 Re Written ?