A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.


As growth rings the tree,
So for me,
Yet invisibly,
As memory,
And knowledge,
Fused at conception
In a cellular super nova,
Releasing another potent life,
Into orbit,
Around its own sun,
Its own, originating star,
The shining blueprint
Of its own design,
Streaming outwards,
To occupy space,
To dwell as time,
An emerald heart,
With sapphire mind,
Skin tight liberty,
And a furnace of gold,
The only reflection
I behold,
As growth pours in,
And life flows on,
Encircled by the snares
Of knowledge,
And memory,
Is of a light,
That is free,
To live and love,
As brightly,
As its imagination dares.


As the snake
May taste its tail,
So may we
Know time,
Neither ending
Nor ever begun,
Yet there,
Between tail,
And tongue.


Why does my cat
Look me in the eyes?
What is it there,
That equally applies,
More so than a care
For the perils of feet,
That seem incomplete
With their strange lack of hair,
Or coats that change,
As do the skies?
Why does my cat
Look me in the eyes?


To where might we fall,
Releasing those taught, 
Moral guides,
To stare at lust,
With our heart's intent,

Not so much
The slaying of a dragon,
As holding hands with innocence,
Playing shadows,
On the wall.