The Swell Jar

It's a world of a place of a cosmos
whirling harder and softer as the wind
determines the trees the green the hue

Lording itself overall in summary 
narrator time bleeds through 
another dozen page nap

You forgot you were writing
your hands remained aboard
while you sanded you sank

You drank fuchsia from the wall
such commitment such earnest visions 
spelling future with an s and urgency

                                             without any of its letters