The reforming meaning new forming of myself came with
Much foaming floating flash and flouring that part of me
Flaring yay! And yet I fully admit to a certain disjoint as
I transfer thoughts fleeting scurrying flying flashing quickly
As they might they may they certainly do everything but
Stay, to this iPad that constantly misbehaves so often adding
“ n’s “ or other letters in front of those I type, and thus give
Be dey givin’ me pause as that train, that flow, that inspiring-me
Elation of so many relations, close and far, distant and near, a
Bit abstract I fear, chasing I believe so many of you away, to
Starry, to pray for my salvation, my redemption, if there be
Any for me !?! So I blunder and thunder ON, my circuits so
Near to bursting, always spilling OUT onto THE scene what-
Ever they may be, I do not hear the bell toll, I do not stop at
GO, even in my searching sleep looking for someone to be
There along side of me, that would be so lovely, yet I seem
To do life on my own, by myself, testing my nerves, my
Ideas, my strengths, my weaknesses - everything my very
Own, I make no excuses, I accept my consequences, I so
Stray, play, delay so very much not always ready to get in
The fray the frost the freeze the frantic, the flow, the flame.
Life is a wonder that I wander in even winter wanting and
Knowing that my diving into deep waters is best to bless
My head and heel-to-my-butt trusting treading, treating!
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