Conundrum

A stone within waves and waves

An apparatus

Withdrawing from the battlefield

Rattled long along a cage

Sitting

Still

Well, still as still can be on any case

A wish for words that weren't

Sour, split

From what was never different in the first place

The rock

A lapping wave

Dirt felt beautiful

And earthen

Rich beyond the treasures

Any man can make

Met between the starlight

And room where I still sit

(I think)

Dancing from imagination to exacting

Practicum of what, exactly?

Is it me that's asking?

All the answers met in furied glances

Probabilities

Happenings

And happenstances

Have I lost myself within

A labyrinth?

Have I often meant to eat my apples

Apply named

And tamed

And...

A little leaf

A tiny green in front

And through a passing of the dance of devil's

Dwelling in despair

Amongst my angsty closet

Full of shovels

I was where?

Staring at the leaves and petals

Wishing to ask nothing of them

Only just to see

Or stare

Or maybe even dare to

Leave completely as it be

I love to see

Peacefully

I sit

And seek

While flowers bloom

And petals falls and dance within the wind

And all the mockeries and

Qualities of this and that

And here and there

I do not have the words I wish

But still I find

And that is where I am alive