Rolling Snake Eyes

it matters not the source or inspiration or even where the road will lead as we will all lay down together one day in fields of green under granite stones born... died... here lies a mother, father, sister, brother what about friend? laughter has become such a rarity these days I wonder if I remember, or even how the sound would be if it came, snickering my way constant dialogue running in the back of my head behind every thought along side this constant chatter coming in from somewhere endless, pressed together without real meaning repeat. say what? never mind it continues, non-stop in the cool of the afternoon sun the words dance, I hear them in the heat of the midnight rain they continue, tap, tap lulls and highs are almost incoherent and yet, at the same time soothing in a crazy, insane kind of way together like sparrows on a very tiny limb baby beak opens for food, and I almost feel like I'm dreaming with my eyes open wide take my hand if you can find it I may have left it back about a mile or so cleaning shards on a hot summer day is enough to make you forget everything anything, this...