Points that Pass (day 449)

Memories flicker through the time lapse we call the day like danger signs for the extreme
Crashing around the bottom of the well with reverberating silent waves
Screaming into mason jars at unheard of decibels and not even stopping for air
And down crash the waves as they plunder all that strays near
Taking the precious time to focus on the minute while a world awaits at attention

These are the points that pass by much to quickly
Into a time that won’t come again
From a space that won’t be occupied
Living a dream that’s not into tomorrow