to stare at wonder is no mistake
in this too large universe
where breath lies below the surface
vision, heartbeat, all the same
it is no great effort to live

time to end the search for design
there is a tingling that calls for change
so now the freedom exists
what to do, where to go
all these questions remain

I bang my hand on the table wood
just to feel, to circulate, to digest
the great mask of the collective world
will fool me no longer, buying time
will envelope a soul, un-touchable

an uncomfortable visitor
many of these ideas lead nowhere
you can scratch at meaning
claw at understanding
in so little time, a blue screen backdrop

accounting for variation
measuring the drift apparent
the suns angles creep lower
the mountains accept their lengthening shadows
certain, wise beyond words such as these


Friday, November 15, 2013