We saw a rainbow amongst all greys;
Its moon missed counted many days.
And the intense cat and mouse game,
Housed in some big innocence blame.
Time’s heart beats at the drag of feet.
A clock is melting on the wall’s sheet.
It only seems like time is running out;
What dream? A chant is a firm doubt.
Heaven cannot wait. The Devil is busy.
At the funeral is too late, and not easy.
Bad choices won’t retire yelling voices.
Do not make final of what’s not entire.
© RICARDO SEXTON
REST IN PEACE
(1942 – 2020)