Poems The Second

What words are unspoken when we speak of other things

What bonds unite in merry fellows when such time is passed

A word, a gesture, thus simple and yet profound

Does forge a more lasting thing

The heat from the day of strife

Does beat upon all with a different drum

One with chaos, one with sorrow

One with over-abundance, others with none

Such are the trials of such times

Against such none all would come undone

If alone such drumming was faced in life

A leaf may I yet overturn today

To brightness add to the way

To make plain things hidden

Reveal a pattern where nothing was sought

Under a second

Light bounces off

Catches alight in eye

Nerves to brain

Brain to mind

Reaches out hand

Catches

Deep in the mire

Struggling moving

What shape is this

Formed and yet unformed

Where lies the key

Doors closed yet

Links beyond sight and beyond fathoming

Alight in unseen fire

Across space beyond time

Worlds open with yawning breath

Tomorrow, Tomorrow

Clustered Crushed

Compressing Darkness

Moments End

Books Closed

Unconnected Wires

Brain Misfired

Chaos Ensues

Begins Again

Honey drips from pallet untasted

Words imagined in the dark's light

Sweet ends beginning

Be this not a trick of the night

From glorious awakening do drive off the fright

Reunite yet two who wish to be as one

Let minds flight take root in plain sight

Lest this not be another dead end

To one who seeks yet again and again

To light the fire and warm the heart

Give forth voice to minds deepest thoughts

To such burning I seek a torch to bright

Grant me thus and I shall have yet rest splendid

Yet another day dawn and I awaken with but my shadow

If all but things be thus a trick of the mind

Light be thus which give shapes to atoms dance

For hand to grasp yet by charges small not touch

By exchanges small and yet vital we breath and taste

Give motion and motivation to our own shapes path

What mystery then are then such feelings

To what does such chemicals influence take hold

Quicken the pace and alight the mind

When such are but flickers of a cells charge

Gift as such we are with such reflection

An impossible mix that such an engine speaks

When stuff is lost that may not be found

When minds foundation tips and no purchase given

Resting upon static and doting among nothing

Direction thus finds no compass

Ends beginning in eternal loop

Treads once more upon paths known and finds nothing new

To crack once more in madness and sadness

Or find against probability escape from such end

Who can lay such a brick when all is such in fog

In sorrow I find my gladness

For in such lament I find but sober clarity

To see clearly cleanly what is lost

Not hidden behind empty joy

Stark and clean

As by knife's edge freshly cut

Face life not detour around it