Adjacent to this thought

Adjacent to this thought

Is a heartfelt meaning

Compassion on compass

On point, open, leaning

Flowers bending for sun

And saturated roots

Weather variations

From sandals to rain boots 

In the Greater, there’s time

In the Greater, there’s time

Why does it mean so much

Big Bang to climate change

The Universe and touch

Close and growing closer

Scratching, has it sped up

Glass half full or empty

When it feels like a cup

Cleansing my own soapbox

Cleansing my own soapbox 

Wishes becoming welts

Detecting obvious

Like missing loops for belts

Chasing imperfections 

My own flaws, evidence

Yet there is always Hope

Achieving elegance 

After the lever pull

After the lever pull

Destiny dictator

Irreversible go

No sooner or later

Without my permission 

Swim parallel to beach

No survival servants

Existence is an each

On a plateau hoping

On a plateau hoping

The plain remains a plain

No mountain climb or mind

Unable to explain

In this generous now

The albatross alive

The Red Sea walls apart 

And Moby Dick survives

Ephemera hoarding

Ephemera hoarding

Someone else sought beauty

Pulling the cart forward

And passing it to me

Delighting in glimpses

Like sunken Titanics 

These frozen timepieces

Once living gigantics 

In darkness feeling light

In darkness feeling light

Tomorrow still folded

Today without tumult

No marker, unbolded

This overture to sleep

A deeper darkness waits

A lapping night ocean

That a dreamscape creates