Cerebral Fallacies

in denial of rapture we seek, like sailors we sail to thoughts stranded at bay adrift and in hot pursuit- sometimes rocking the ship yet gently gliding to~ the one of many nights till epiphany calls and ever so suddenly do we dive headstrong into the currents of life as we see it, know it and percieve it we sieve "the light" in the prism of our intuitions and take warning forecasts of the stormy weather abound the waters sift but we wait for the currents to go upstream--- but whoever listens to what fishes think after all, they hardly but say it but take heed my friend we sometimes forget about the deck that beautiful sundeck atop the hull where the evenings go by our ticket to the shores unseen,untold "where the living are" moving in our dank, placcid waters we mourn a favourable tide when woe betide we become the day's catch Alas my friend, yarrow hesitated is yarrow lost for 'the light' shines only for those who dare hope!

two sides you beam to me from your million light-yeared smugness a farcical leer only to greet me on the ringside of a severed moon decapitated and shown its place in the pithy corner of an everyday sky and that I put a wager out to you, that for every word I loose to the sky every thought that is devoured by this dark dark night I will be paid in sunny days yet you- armed with nights; like unfinished metaphors choose to be stupefied into the debris of your sullenness every morning While I floss your teeth-- with romance in that one cloudy puff that I blow to you through one million sunshined light years, only for you to come back~ with a putty red eye by dusk... alas, winning was such a bittersweet torment ....