Tell me if I'm observent
Or alone in my graceOr do others notice the Trance
Of a poet's pace.As we hit the rhymes
On overdrive
To confess a truth
Only known to I.Mingling words
With the memories of our bootsTo form a new questions
That draws insight,To views lost among the thrill of youth
And the stings of sense that bridges thought
Strings a certain charm together at last.
Collect the bolts, secure these linesDip
Dash
Drizzle
Drip
A piece of everything I did caught.
Yet nothing all at once
Perhaps the Glass of reflection
Has done his last trickTo invade the splinter
And weaken every nickTo the unbound genius of a glance
That was beauty deeper stillIf only to crack
The message in the rebirth
Of the sunriseFrom these undulating hills
Laughter listened and cried as,
I quote the wind
And recorded the wise.