April 5, 2007

vis major

little nimbus, where are you drifting?
a devoid of light, hearth and felt
no roads to midst
not even acknowledgement from fellow ods

each their own lone ignorance
a seemingly bland progress at a glance....
but if you could pierce those chiffon shells
insert a glass vein, gander the seeming flimsy marrow
be prepared....

that gist would burn and rend the strongest substance known
amazing that something as fragile as a soul's pith
could contain such a hazardous peace
maybe it's just as well we hug the reserve
otherwise the world would have faced an ebullient mishap 'fore now