What scope have I to know?
What field have I to explore?
For the desire to exalt the mind from the dank dark valley of the body.
Nothing. No a thing is mine knowledge of what weighs lesser than the wind.
Yet to claim mine honesty, I let the wind.
Failed I to quantify thy compassion.
So this queue of bouquets of words.
Splashing of sentences of flora.
For just as constellations pertain to the sky,
So art thou castellated within thine-self.
one of those poems that spring from the literal dark of me. By literal dark of me, I mean, i paint it as it is. if it is an experience like this one. that is just the way it is. No editing, no revision. it is all up to itself now. after all, it came as a dream now it is manifested into poetry
