MOONBEAMS

even ------

a moonbean has a time for sleep

a time to gather every intangible impertinence on his way

a time to deliver a yarn of soliloquys within a squad of himself

a time to elegantly savour and devour the aroma of mundane crumbs

a time to laugh or snicker and grieve or talk endlessly in those hasty streets

a time to twirl those matting hair on those fine, greasy fingers

a time to be in contemplation for silence’s wake for an autonomous break

a time to bring upon discord to accord for anything that is abstruse

a time to be oblivious of the grains of Cronus or the warmth of Venus

a time to stroll incognito, in abundance of careless en peasants

a time to endlessly be with the air, and swing to and fro through though

a time to look at the moon, and the sun and the outstretched milkmaid

a time to be a megalomaniac or perhaps a benefactor to the roaches

a time to utter and be unsolicited for a sage’s unsolicited answer

a time to regress amidst strangers and be free from the scale’s daggers

a time to be an arab in the dunes and a debonair in exclusion

a time to partake to any scream  of the heart and the feet

a time to lay among other moonbeans -with the thought for Nothing

a time to lie and close both eyes without thinking of any necroplans

and most of all a time to be  invincible from the spell of Eros or be in fear of Orcus

even the moonbeans know how each moonglow

could blow everything into a blow.