Circle in a Circle

i’ll be all right when this feeling passes,

hitting back side into something else

there are trains,

then there are enduring trains

shifting down these vast skies blind-

don’t need no answers

only get hung up over questions

some uncertainties do bully the mind,

going over doing nada to find todo el mundo is on fire,

dancing on red coals with shoes off for the down feel

to prove oneself to oneself

and this circus seeps under

then out the doors,

crazy neurotic crawlers,

pinging dimes in boxes for half a listen

while somebody’s jonesin and bleedin in some grimy subway alleyway

just to get some approval from anybody

this tangled vision

cannot focus beyond

hungry legs grinding,

this vision circles,

then encircles

how best to finally ponder

some honest communication between Universe Happening Riffs,

blowing for no other reason than to pronounce:

“I got a story, man,

and I need to tell you something real about it,

so can we just be truthful,

be listening to one another

for the sign of when to finally begin celebrating,

at last freed,

from these crazy circles."

St. Louis, early 1970’s