In the looking out at a semisphere
through the high tower window it feels like I'm pulling free of gravity, feeling it leaving me.

Some time it can be a fancy of mine to be fancy free and think gravity is not meant for me

and some time when the weight of the world decides to drop in
gravity stops and everything's lopsided.

This is me in turmoil
son of the soil

and whether to pull myself together which I fancy is another fancy
is some time a work in progress.

Spirit beckons me
indifferent to gravity
virtually
reality
and quite so.

Before I go though
there
and where
who would know me
I shall eventually
conquer
gravity.

It was a beautiful old house
Adorned with flowers and the odd flying bee
Leaves fell as I drove up the driveway
It was as picturesque as my eyes could see
Grass rolled down the banks
A gust of wind made the trees sway
The gardener gave me a curious smile
And his teeth showed neglecting decay
If he knew my full occupation
I bet he wouldn't be so polite
As I was a Scotland Yard detective
Investigating a ****** that happened in the night
The lady of the house opened the door
And her look was a sorrowful one
'Would you like some tea?', she asked
But I said just no as I wanted to crack on
I asked a series of questions
Then spoke with all the staff
They were still shocked about the ******
About the deadman found in the bath
After a tense and lengthy investigation
It seemed that it was jealous revenge
The culprit was a young servant
After discovering an affair he had to avenge
I won't forget the manor
And the beautiful falling leaves
Just a pity it wasn't a nice visit
That left misery as a family grieves

I feel there's two minds
That reside in my head
One on the right
One on the left

What I desperately need
Both minds to do
Is focus on knowledge
Center on truth

These two separate minds
That mull in my head
One reasons slow
The other thinks fast

What I'm hoping to find
With this state of mind
That they'll both work together
In double time

Pulling as one
Easily done
Hugging it out
In my cranium

If they only would
Bend to my will
Until that day
They lay perfectly still

Stars will shine in the darkest of nights in spite of or because of the night.

in light if this is light and if that is the light of it
I sit to write of it and suddenly it eludes me.

On blackberry lane
It
looks the same as always
the same as it did

Everyone bids me goodnight and in light if this is the light of it
I hit the enter key
stars shine on,
on me and
I follow and contrary to expectations
I find it
In it's entirety
inside of me.