My interpretation of contemplation
is in a state of decomposition.
Base elements of reflection are dissolving
into disputable references.

Mulled over, loathsome is the effigy of
outlines that are dispersing in to the womb
of illiterate  perceiving.
Yet they propagate in there dismemberment .

And from the shallow graves of whispers
now faded into unimportance, singular movement
weaves and an original idea breaks through and
new introspection is blossoming where none were.