the only difference between insanity and brilliance is the world’s understandings of what is said and what is known
musings & scribbles
is this
precipitated cup
half what
or
what?
it will be
filled
again!
there’s me
in this blue/
black
screen!
there’s me,
nose
bright & high–
and this head
lowers to
hide that
fact.
a particle of You
reaches at and taps me,
gently,
on the tip of
a nose
too uncared for
to know
it’s been
touched,
except
the rays of You still linger
’til these cheeks grow blushed
in reply of You
this whole has drifted,
been knocked by the dock-less boats
and left to wander
to borrow
the waterways
while
others
others
others
find
ways to
divert me
though i
i can’t tell them
to ‘llow me be
there is a world behind your eyes,
the darkest place you only know
when the lights are out and you,
you are falling asleep/falling for
the only goal you know is worth the blood in vein
there is a world beneath your nerve,
in calm of inner-you/your sea, on varied wave
brought close for sail of moment, far, in wade
of tide, your finnecky friend never quite there/
never quite here.
Who will you be
when you are no more?
is life a set of moments,
believed to be the personal,
the personality,
the culture of you,
your world;
is life a set of moments,
believed not to be this,
personal, this, personality,
this world,
but, rather,
so inside
as to be all without
while in
while
You
while
All,
the Expanse,
the
calm,
the
nothing
and
everything
of You & All.
the hurry-walking crowds in rush of wind,
Moon’s child,
Earth’s relative,
gravity.
because later you’ll know
she was always
somewhere