"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXV "


what forms adhere the moldy thoughts that are
the i called me? what hopeful edge glints peace
photons? what cornered shadows dank release
sable chemistries? what process is our
consciousness and what is that we all see
inbrain underneath the greater building
a god function beyond the scaffolding
life structured again and again to ease
fall after fall while climbing the stars in
mind-space-time continuum? ignorance
is not bliss yet here we scratch the surface
of infinity with feathers and grin!
truth is color taste and touch no other
can give us such       its for each to gather