I saw a Rembrandt exhibit—a series of
portraits of apostles.
I was chasing holiness those days, maybe
now, it tends to become grayness.
several mind-caves, they sprout, slight
affection from a pelican.
I was alert, sleeping, walking the city. I
made it to a college, fresh from a dungeon, any perception, is a fatal
perception. a decent conception, analyzes facts, intuition, it studies its biases.
many minds are traveling uncertainties,
parlaying in Alcatraz, roaming through series.
I managed to see a deer, a mockingbird, at
a petting zoo. I was indebted to nature, watching a lioness, she seemed
lethargic.
it begs a question: Should animals be housed?
zephyrs arose in a garden, a little swirl
of underbrush, a leaf felt close to soul.
the circular system is uneasy. most
elements have reality. correlation is fraught by wishes. trying to decode
meaning, heart warm, trying to decipher the indescribable.
upon a rose, into tropical cities, looking
with virtue, upon one dressed in vintage: a bodied dress, flattop Clarks,
draped in helium white.
pure illumination in soul, fantasies come
to pass, most see something they idealize: perfect beauty, as beauty I’d
prefer, wild enough to live modesty.
certain a winsome soul, certain a wilder
creature, the effect of seeing what needs protection.
surety in a glance, rivaling for passion,
mini-souls fighting to become wholeness.