Our questions,
Extensions,
Of that original quest,
For more,
Fruitfully born,
As the hand of time
Gently disturbs
The pieces,
The shapes,
The colours,
The light,
Imperceptible - almost,
Rearranging,
Tumbling,
Nudging,
Briefly settling,
Only to be propelled again,
Across the mirrors of mind,
Each instant,
A uniquely intimate dream,
A chaotic growing,
Yet all safely contained.
