One Four Three, Two Four Five

 

One Four Three, Two Four Five

 

A viewpoint through intensity,

Synapses fired in new complexity.

Pinwheels; bike wheels, they sound the same,

Cycling always: sing the refrain.

The walkthrough of a total amaze:

A respite from ordinary days.

So long now, a spark in the past,

We never knew how, how long it would last.

 

One four three, two four five,

Just a few hours to survive.

Wandering out on the deep dive.

One for three and two for five,

Some are grateful and still alive.

 

Shining shards of darkness salted,

Left in wholeness exalted.

Dim-remembered revelation,

Savored, selected from the vibration.

The spin-through of totality’s maze:

A respite from ordinary days.

Strip this society’s flaccid mask,

Seeking answers you did not ask.

 

One four three, two four five,

Just a few hours to arrive.

Wandering out on the deep drive.

One for three and two for five,

Some are grateful and still alive.

 

Wonder through the now and then,

Timelessly until the end.

What shapely shifting will you bend,

Immersed inside uncertain when.

 

Kaleidoscope intensity,

Alter sensitivity.

A state of being more vividly,

The wheel of now suspended free.

A run-through of specific haze,

A respite from ordinary days.

What burden lost, what of the past?

We never know what’s going to last.

 

One four three, two four five,

Just a few hours to derive.

Wandering out on the deep drive.

One for three and two for five,

Some are grateful and still alive.

 

Cliff Lake 9/17/2026

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