a year in a day i wake to the spring watch summer fade to gray and sleep to the fall two bumps on my spine i thought that i might grow wings and learn to fly but they didn t sprout i wouldn t know where to go if they did come out so maybe it s just as well oh well there s beauty i found just watching the light streak as you rush around three hundred and sixty five times faster than i can perceive it bends and it breaks into pieces and through the cracks i can decode meaningless sounds i m holding myself to lower standards nothing to expect now i hope i hope i m living my life in gnat years i m living my life in gnat years i made a boo coo buck getting loose with the juicer as my orchid wife sits wilting softly on the sill my tiny brain s wick s thirst quenched by the wax and my true love s flicker s getting brighter ever day i want to scratch out the message on your reading glass lens but my time s almost up and i don t quite remember what it is a year in a day a year in a day