One feels excessive When ignored, Like a used paper cup Washed against a clog Blocking a storm drain Which will finish its Descent with an outburst Of rain and a thunderclap Causing tender ears pain.
Who we are is a blessing, For we tumble like rocks In a polishing canister Until our sharp edges curve, Beautiful colors gleam, On our smooth surfaces, After time expended in Bringing us through study, Toil, trouble, to inspiration.
None is expendable, Gifts arranged like jewelry, In a showcase accrued Throughout hours become Profitable, years when those Who dream unfettered, sparkle Like platinum starburst, Proving love is the attribute Most attractive and affirming.
The story is not Well-defined, It remains out Of space and real-time, Set where we uneasy May see things Lent extraordinary. Grappling with words Unspoken Rendered unclear, unsound, Within open ears Taking passive captive days Created as a falling haze. No magic, some say But easy patter has ways Folding thought snug away To dive deeply into spume Of non-local intelligence. All caught within webs Spun throughout – interwoven Moments – imaginary, Filling atmospheres with songs Unsung, meditated on. No other species – living – Approaches linguistic feats Performed by those who Little more than crawling Master, The universe anxious waits One and all abide Connected with unseen Meaning, the only invisible string A theory of language, mind, Everything, matters Makes the telling clean. LOVE in its rightful place Speaking truth is well known Gifting everyone dreams Become real – Celebrate?
I saw the open door But felt I should go, Another way, Continuing down the hallway Until I came upon An exit. Through the door – I wandered barefoot on The grass, Buoyed by the scent of water – Wafting from an active Stream Like the impression Of safety within a dream.