Will I win,
sink or swim?
it is only by letting
you in
that
I'll know.

Every era brings me nearer to another era, I
still don't know  how it is that flowers grow
so creatively,
what created me and why the sky comes crashing
through the darkest stars.

Unfound in bar room brawls, the splendour of the
mansion house and birthday ***** where visions guide
me to glide so gracefully.
....and will I win or lose, for me to choose, my input is received with glee by those mentors who would censure me, who would torture me with dreams of centaurs running free and the Ides of whatever Month it be, would be but one more dream in Greek apocrypha.


Not understanding that which I seek but seeking anyway,
everyday
another era
another inch
and nearer some god will be.