Children speak like poets
living in a mad, visionary world

thus, by nature,
we are all lunatics

when childish insanity comes full circle

let us proceed into vast wilderness

our compasses lost in the sun
-our minds drowned in the sea

Worry not to reach
for there is nothing there to touch

and the night lends but one favor
in weaving the racing mystery

words will do no justice,
evoke no truths

throwing off the veil of shade
I speak in silent gaze