only as a tongue does as
a mind thinks as a clock ticks
as a face slick with perspiration
clicks on some rhyme I'm

word processing

transforming ringing phrases
one way
into alphabets and parlayed
transitions

coded arrived soon on desks
in hearts spanning decades
transcribed
thinking

along a way inconceivably
furled coiled condensed
meant technologically
unthinkable

immensity unable to
be seen without getting
mentally naked cold alone
dense

paths unfooted go that
way along a dry step one foot
forward two back
discoveries

you must sense more than see
an analogy
patrolling the edge
of reality

and really what is was
what was is but
must that be

I set out on a quest
to find the boundaries
oft kept
only by a dream

or fantasy and how then
I might make it
were I
omnipresently

competent