Serpentine Signals

Sideways stepping down a crooked line

Coffee spinning, clocks unwind

Painted shadows skip and sway

Puzzle pieces slide away

All the colors blur and bend

Tapping out the pulses—never straight

Fold the day into a jagged fate

Serpentine signals in the evening air

Winding, weaving, going somewhere

Gravity has lost its hold on my shoes

In secret rhythms only chaos would choose

Sing to the beat of the world askew

Windows whisper out in Morse code dreams

Flutes are fluttering through twisted seams

Notes collide and tumble, rearrange

Melodies unravel, softly strange

Casting dice, reality rearranged

Tapping out the pulses—never straight

Fold the day into a jagged fate

Serpentine signals in the evening air

Winding, weaving, going somewhere

Gravity has lost its hold on my shoes

In secret rhythms only chaos would choose

Sing to the beat of the world askew

Vibes ring gold in the hidden dark

Five notes circling, missing the mark

Flute laughs lightly in spiraled ascent

Chasing the wild, the odd, the bent

Let the pattern break, let the pattern mend

Serpentine signals in the evening air

Winding, weaving, going somewhere

Gravity has lost its hold on my shoes

In secret rhythms only chaos would choose

Sing to the beat of the world askewFade out on an uneven sigh

Dancing offbeat under prism sky