adrift search of wonder

Adrift in search of wonder
By james a. galgano

Above the well-worn subscripts whose ably drawn circumference
Continuously embraces each remembered fallen tear from swollen eye.
Forever blinking as if to see within each tearing eyelids searing remorse.
Within such foolish wonder one often finds their self forever gone awry
Like some sinking ship whose anxious crew adrift without given course
Drifting to some untimely whirlpool where memories never ably provide
Some clear navigation coordinates measuring distance by incalculable of course.
There within such treasure map does one's hopes much too often invariably collide.
Into eternal vacuous horizon beneath whose embracing reef direction sought
Quivers eternally like some tireless rapture upon lingering prayer slim hopes ride.
Into almost endless tunnel of well-worn subscripts never learned but often taught
Perpetually to each tearful eye flickering like warning light from towering canopy
Beneath whose warm embrace within blisters arise unattended upon lesson taught
But never learned as one has for longing wanted such offer of resolution to remedy.