A gifted moment
Flutters toward, on the wings
Of a late season creature.
Together we sample over-ripe berries
Until inebriation tickles.

The blessing received,
It is not fate.

Obedient eyes close
On the edge of every sunset,
Where baffled dreams
Fill neurons with questions.

Am I the vacuum of
Space between the atoms,
Foreign in a speechless realm
Without definition?

Or am I the particles themselves,
Bouncing on eternity’s byways,
Creating friction and heat
In sub-zero zones?

Hungry, every encountered surface is probed,
Data deluge at every receptor,
Senses engaged to full capacity -
Alas, without answers.

And so the heart eventually slows;
Paces itself against destinations’ temptations,
Collapse of the translucent form sought
On the sands of
Any unrecognized ocean.

10/17/2011

Posted on 10/17/2011
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