The Obvious Unknown (written in 2011)

Crows of the sun gather into one,

Silence that cannot be ignored!

Happily the cows dance for their fields of green!

The stench will not be mistaken.

Happy is the one who uses their body for the dance,

Intense pleasures of light and sound.

Distraught is the beast who marks thine word,

Strangled deep within ones inner hate.

Deep thrums of time and space,

Small, round and white.

Airy clouds,

I cannot seem to breathe.

Curvacious darkness ebbs and the speaking ceases,

Crashing slowly to a grinding halt.

Walls dark,

Balls of light draw the gluttonous being into the danger.

Yet, we all consume nonetheless...

So have the children learned?

Have they learned the lilting notes the wood and the stones sing?

The traipsing of beings who need not step foot to the ground?

How to grasp what one cannot reach, yet they are the only one within that reach?

Watch the strawberry and lime lights,

Watch them hover with their cousins,

The wondrous cataclysm of the others.

Then, i suppose, we shall know.