we start with number one.

time it wonders how it flies,
like sounds of the heavens as they swish on bye.
for too often threes fall in forests unnoticed,
while wounds unbind in a sticky poultice.
three thirds of water five fifths of life,
piece upset through anger and strife.
the trains of thought float silently still,
consciousness lost in the embrace of a pill.
twist and turn trickle and split
two hearts afire, twice once was lit.
imagery colour words and lines,
flow like currents from the depth of mine.
entangled through perception of flavours and sense,
echo sighs of true pretense.
get out before ewe fail to ride,
ashes offer solace for the loser outside.
my mind is a mess listen flinch and retort,
promise - am not crazy, I'm just out of sorts.