Eating Time

 strange moments of intense consciousness
per Tom maybe break through automatic
reading write them down before they fade
back into spring trees wakening morning's
fog invisibly growing greener by the day

don't let the impulse get away act on it now
then something else will have to happen as
breakfast time relentlessly approaches all
bananas ripening yogurt mysteriously fluid
solidity suspended by its ears faint humming

that's the world going by furious with itself
malign with excess energy eating time and
silence if I hate reality what else is there to
love and rely on what beauty beyond cliché
forcing itself to exist and be acknowledged