Biography

Unable to sleep, the first few words refuse to let me be, naked treading floorboards, to where I can see to write them in a room full of books.

Biography

Born into a landscape

of biography blood and bone

Abandoned as an infant

to any vagrant home

Picking up dead people's questions

Like pebbles from a beach

Believing that to answer

will cast me beyond reach

of death's clutching

Failing to recognise

to grasp

to understand

That these were long left unanswered 

by a now dead unknown hand

Knowledge is pebbles

My pockets are full

Heavily weighted 

In midlife am I

No further from earth

No closer to sky

Further away than ever

in fact

Landscapes out of reach

Knowledge I have learned

Knowledge is what I teach

Based on what

In published tomes

 abide the dead 

insisting that their words be read

all who cannot practice

yet preach still

Impressing themselves 

upon my unkempt will

Thought endures on pages

Endlessly rearranged

Mind chases long dead dreams

insane

deranged

Death inures living

Selfishness

 ensures giving

Love

Such a lonely word

Pointing to a reality

long since proven absurd

No science satiates

Feeding 

Hunger for more

Safely out of reach

Beyond thinking's grand designs

Love 

is born anew

along entirely different lines

but when

when?

Singing my longing

Through a darkened late night pen

whilst crickets question my sanity

They are right to wonder

I do too

I wonder

when.

Author's Note

Feel Free.