How long

before it turns

and all is ok
the scales tip
another way

must it be
this weight
all doubt but

little change

how many times
the game is up
for so much 
it's no longer noticed

reflections everybody knows

these blues take no prisoners

nobody waits for the transitional
ti blow away the transactional

so uncompromised and beautiful
some call it resurrection
on the tip of all tongues
a single move awaiting just one breath

to dig a little deeper
so we twist and shout
stay up late drinking from rooftops
singing mourning poetry just so

suns will rise again

moons will transit
what is high above
glows below within

get down but get on up

there's nothing more 

the question merely was

how long 

temporary painting and collage JS / 2021