Being able to see
I pass him all alone
I seek some clarity and sense
I thought something fell
Into my heart to tell
Where vibrations will burn
Each conscious sensation to rags
To lightly let me turn
On a swift night but light
Of probability who observes
Every missing hiatus with sight
Posibly kills a slight of me
But hands with morning silent
Rather life of orange let be
Breath and path most salient
To let my wings, to free
Away terror and mystery in
Darkness lying still to slip
Gradually into the edge
Slanting with every flip
To me being much survival
To senses heaving down there
And touch the tender heart
With muses of all rarefied air
That is abscence to logic
But makes me more aware.
(2015)
