obtuse...Decarte said it best
"I think...therefore I am"
Western Logic
mythology's
and I have at least travelled
some to know the world is
Indeed round

the wilds left to tame or too
leave be is the interior
the deep is not empty
as the old etchings of mariners
would tell

an abbreviation
leaving the round
of its english
script
a crumb
a byte

Tame
allusion
illustrations
of thought
doodles
in marginal
degrees
and digress

thoughts clunking
along
a divisible fiction
fickle as fate

writers writing
primates with
our tertiary
secondary
and reptilian

and God
if one so
recieves
that concept

rain falls
I push myself
I exist therefore
I exist
where I am
is debatable
the worlds
the visions
this madness
of perplexity
simplicity of logic
if it were

I find raindrops
falling on blacktop
more meaningful
and winter snows
like the blossoms
of the few bearing
trees about more
apt to describe the
futility of The Struggle

impoverishment of
the Soul
how we warm to
words and wisdom
through text
or if not...by
trade of the sound
all fury and wind
to bask oft
brings a restless
stir

I have never had
the clever use of
time as some
Freedom arrives
with as little to do
about nothing
while all the while
the stone is returned
to its hill
the chariot hauled

the self
the ego
an island
a place of
mystery

punctuated
with periodic
routines and
cyclic times
till the myths
arise

and I walk
As Myth

(in the meantime
I have a schedule
for today..some
shopping..chore
runs downtown
Keeping Good
a task and a half
Must be going)