I am an auric legacy of inexplicable secrets

of nearly saying what I mean,

but not quite having the words to speak it


I am a haze of feeling that fears the density

required to express the things
that truly make sense to me 



I am the internal rambling of a mind maddening itself

and the breadth of peace found in spiritual wealth

I am an analyzing inner voice without a choice

but to spew, spew, spew

just to observe the words as they keep flowing through


and I think that’s what I’m supposed to do 


I’m not attached to me or you;

it’s all just passing by

like gems of light as ripples on the blue



They never hear me clearly

they’re too busy pondering what they might say

and most often interrupting me
before I’ve had my stay

so I’m forced out again,

back into the echo chamber:

 “thought prison” 



Ironically, more liberated here than I could ever be

in someone else’s ear,
at least that’s what my ego’s telling me 

but so alone when I’m unheard,
no place is home amongst the herd


My thoughts are spurred in too many different directions

to understand the single minded group inspired predilection 

spreading through the collective like an infection

but it only scratches the surface



Deep beneath, I know the verses
,
hear the rhythm, feel the flow 

I know it grows
 like starlight
in the night, expanding


Such a natural thing
,
so I’ll just keep listening