Possibilities Beyond Logic

Buoyant, floating over the sapphire, its deep blue pulling...

Buoyant, floating over sapphire

its deep blue pulling me closer to you

shapelessness we observe time

with no exact focus, or direction



Scouting out the Scottish, the English

chords playing constantly, abroad the roots

a designation uncontrolled or found near

with no proximity or neon flashing sign



I would imagine myself... in a bubbly, overlooking

the worlds seas, mountains, volcanic activity

soaking words, and thoughts stretched over time

with no true home, or splendor violin wine



Taking small sips, wanting this to last forever

to incubate itself, simmer, and saute' the meaning

the indescribable ink release, as it splashes to the floor

forming puddles of story-lines, and narratives



Its core, a tiny isle, all by itself...where the tub, and bubbles

filter itself, compromising reason for rhyme, rhythm for season

when the leaves change colors, or the people change character

their faces hidden behind masks, and war paint, or life itself



Cowardly, they lay low- not from sight though, for eyes have eyes

and out come the microscopes, we must dissect existence...

Within every seed, every humanity- a smile grows, a willingness

to see pass, what others miss... within this core a writer emerges


 (c) Jul,2011