Know the signs actually.

I see them

All the time…swear.

Application can go wrongly at times

Because I forget the five..

Who? What? How? Where? When?

That morning we casually talked and I saw

The Raven eating squirrel entrales, 6 feet (Who doesn’t know this means death?) from my feet, and I knew

Change. The What. This was always the what.

It might be violent, bloody but needed to nurture. Some things must die.

Rebirth of a nation Sunnyside up

Or my own ability to transform translucence

Through the veil of confusion into clarity

Sure.

But I was talking with you, my friend, the Who, the who, the who.

On that chilly New Year’s Day.

I had confidence in 20 years of chatting and then

Six months later…the When, the when, the when,

When you raised your hands and said I was

Included in the fuck’ems because I fell short

Of the progress you expect in those

Around you, and could not find a reason

To call in a warning

Anymore than that little squirrel got.

The reading was right there.

How the hawk was circling and flew away.

The other squirrel broke it’s freeze and

Ran for its life.

The Raven shined at me like

A freaking neon light!

Change is coming. The what, the what, the what.

Who was I talking to? You.

I don’t even remember what, the what, the what…

Our conversation was about.

But the symbolism was  there. The where, the where, the where.

 

ByViviSojorhn@2025