The Non-bifurcatedman

 Human non-bifurcated dad

At the wheel of his human car

With your human son beside you

Hurtling at 60 miles per hour

Down the dual-carriage way

The pale yellow light fills your line of vision

The seeds of dandelions are drifting whooshing

In perfect perspective as you enter hyper-drive

Humans you think invented time

Or was it the other way around?

The seeds are too many

What time is it? Who is blowing them?

The wind you think – Non-bifurcatedman

Even you can feel the wind

In your family sized human car

Time is whooshing drifting

Space is everywhere filling the air

With its soft golden glow

Illuminating the human son at your side

Bleached into the corner of your eye

Like a photo in a human photo family album

With a gentle smile curling on his lips

With a Little Luck on the radio

You wanted to cry then

Hurtling down the dual carriage way

On your way to school at the side of your human dad

Who teaches human art

Human Renaissance Art

All art, painted art, clay art

The seeds are drifting

Whooshing past in the golden glow

of times early morning blast

Floating in the infinite amber of the suspended moment

Time itself is opening its door

and you are here to overtake yourself

At the wheel of your 1.2 litre lease car

Accelerating along the dual-carriageway

The cones guide you around the void

Bardo Thodol recedes in the rearview mirror

The human ego at the side of the road

Gasps for air as the defibrillator is applied.