With my mind, I find I think I know,
and ask my assisting intelligence,
please, if my visualizing is aural,
for seeing ways through lightless
non reflective introspection,
if no para-metrics, sidereal influences,
put me and men and ment and mental
as letters letting contrasts form words,
at the point, dead center,
where will intends
this or that, and luck is not a factor, I know
how or why or when or where, here, as it were,
extending a will
to feel used, just, as justice,
reason excuse accepted balanced valence,
time used, chance taken, outcome aimed at hit.
Death, done at the end of life, is painless.
A unique friend put off this mortal coil today, his most used word, as a preacher, at a true little country church, his most used word was plethora,
and he left me with a plethora of good memories.