breaking the ice

yes,
frozen,
in time,
in a stuck position,
locked into,
imprisoned
into this tiny, tiny thought--
a belief is where you are stuck
in a thought,
stuck to
a thought

it's mind's/your identity
unquestioned

where it's
foolish,
foolhardy,
to ever question

to be a rogue...
driving off course,
shaking it all up,
driving backward down the highway,
the wrong way on a one-way street,
going toward Heaven on the road to hell

masterminding the master
of ceremonious corruption,
corrupt thinking

swing low, sweet chariot,
swing low

there is a frictionless path
where concrete is not solid,
but is play dough

and time is not for hurrying,
but for being

right in the middle of this racket,
perfect peace,
a perfect ripe juicy peach

the ice has melted,
it's early dawn
the taxi is waiting,
he's blowing his horn...

question...question...question...