| Written: MAY 2, 2002 |
Here I sit thinking thoughts Dark.
Leaving my wanted deeds undone.
Looking from behind my veiled perceptions,
Dreaming behind eyes unseeing,
Locked in muscles unacting.
These are all traced within my narrow scope.
The rivers that run over the High hills.
Down darkly to the narrow Buttress of knowledge.
The radial plateau from which springs the intuition and drive.
Over the limited physicality of my World.
The staging point for the Waterfalls of my woes.
Retracing the paths of such melancholy waters,
Leads one through the self of Being;
And up into the ovals that make reason from the sensory.
Twin pools wracked with wisdom and lost time:
The Seas of Sorrows.
