I Shut off in a locked Time Slot Among the Youth who have only just seen The Sky, twinkling Lights, a whole Star Coalition in the Night Until it all disappeared I wonder if the absent Brooding Allowed an Evil to pass on And I wonder if the Stupidity behind It bore Witness to a Youthfulness The Indecision that goes on and on II The lightly floating Pocket Purse — Flew over the Thief-awakened and honestly-robbed Fool who spilled the Drop When he used Weapons to understand it To open It up Open up for Credit Cards, small Coins Big Notes, Discounts, Coupons, Condoms, and Tampons The many Relics, the useless Articles A huge Mess — for he misunderstood He didn't look for Bills or Badges Money, Status or Financial Independence He was searching for Focus, for Identity To become a living and breathing Entity He searched for Himself To go beneath the Surface Searched for Meaning and Purpose Searched for internal Bliss He searched for his Consciousness
I really like the rhythm you captured in the second part!