Visions, blurred and melting
the past invoked in scents and rumblings
The Poet finally has time to relent
put It in perspective
collectives of the jarred thoughts; reception
I incidentally wonder if She ever thinks of me…
No momentary ailments, repose of unrequited
loves lost and apparently grasped
Retry resetting reappraisal
restart
Angular detractions
each figment blazing, casting shadows within and without
the confines of my mind
Seek the continuance
forevermore provoke the cosmos
Eternally unfound
because there is nothing in everything to find
It has already found us as we discovered
it
Originally rediscovered in first glances
pastoral trances, enrapture the soul
and ameliorate the intolerable
Searching sought for not
and evermore patience is relinquished
And so, the Shaman waits
