TIME is always shifting, like <br />quicksand i say, first to the <br />center, then the left, then right, <br />then laughter spits out from the <br />sky, leaving this moment full of <br />dirt, rust, and the sounds of blue, and white <br /> butterflies, still, life finds the power <br />to kick and bite, and stand on two <br />big feet.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weirdly-surreal/
