LITERATI BEFUDDLE

Literati befuddle.
By james a. galgano

Each page turns so slowly into the next
Filled to the brim with verse unwound.
Spiraling into perplex yet obvious intent.
Where meaning is harvested like a cash crop
Brought to the market of ideas to share.
Every expression arousing growing interest.
In each thoughtful clarified explanation
Provoking catlike curiosity to every motion
Which bounces like a laser dot across the room
Where pensively your attentiveness is waylaid
Unexpectedly as twisting tale wraps itself around
Your every inclination trying to uncover meaning.
Like wine flowing into goblet of your imagination
Now captive to each plots unforeseen turn
Down every unlit avenue where minds travel
In search of welcomed culmination of intent
There every mortal coil finds itself ably rendered.
Like cattle realizing much to late their demise
Yielding unsuspecting emotion behind unlocked eyes
Tearful and distressed yet relieved by conclusion's caress.
Where weary heads soon lay their heads to rest surrendered