(Notions of the world we don’t have words for)
I un-dot my eyes
I add with subtraction
History rhyming – never repeating
Inside the only true indivisible whole
I identify with what I don’t understand
A geologist with too many paperweights
I anticipate a spoon-less June
Dubious blessings spill out of my room
Any earthling can conjure a wave
I sit up high atop it’s crest
The key is knowing – never speaking
For all perfect and none best
Is there more to spontaneity than caprice and disorder?
Is a song solely in the ear of a beholder?
I am leopards and lions wild and un-tame
In an unspeakable world gone sane