Back to the
subtle pool
of dark and deep
that law below
illumination.

Wriggling,
slippery
scales
in a pool
so deep
it is hard to see.

Down the hall,
in the realm
of control,

pulling into light
a dark shadow,
maybe  two,
but one.

Pull it close,
to touch it
in mind.
To know it
and own it
and to let
it go
into a
watershed
of tears.

To eat  
its self
and
its own.
To be chewed
by its kind.

So deep
and dark
and
subtle,
this
fooling
pool
of mind.


© 2005