the Fifth dimension

of our lives never fails to recognize a pattern in the rain that's falling against our worn and tattered clothing we shed in a moment of heated steam arising from the iron grill embedded in the concrete sidewalk we pass along our way to work and back home late one evening when traffic's thick and there is nowhere for us to go except retreat into the frozen hallways buried in a memory of snow and bright blue skies from long ago we realize today too slow that it has been the same old day all along just like the woman sang in her brilliant song we carry the echoes with us in our head whenever we fall into and wake up from bed to continue along our well worn path on our own bare feet throughout the aftermath of this long unfolding corridor of hard packed earth we trail along eyes cast forth while humming this tune which haunts us every minute of this golden afternoon we're suspended within the silver cloud which surrounds where the silence is much too loud and the darkness blinds our eyes from beyond