Floating

Too Long To Ponder

Here it is, the echoes of a heart left too long to ponder. And under the bricks it found its reason, with weight and callous crushing, to work its way into the soil. And from the pressure and depths of longing, did new thoughts grow, crystalline in form and causing me much searching. It's in these unlitten depths of night that reason shifts to questions and the archaic answers start dying. If we cannot hold any truth as inviolate we begin to start chewing... and under the sheets we spend each evening slowly consuming, for what was once fact is now illusion... and I can feel the tangible reasons I should stifle my questing, but even as dawn aches, spilling forth, I hear only circles looming