From the depths

May 28, 2014

There is an indefinite science

which boggles everything in the conscience

We search and prod, but can’t discover

what is in our fellow brother

It’s not something you just reveal

Don’t expect it to be concealed

Further, deeper, we drudge along

Without comfort we sing a sorrowful song

Terrible the deep abyss stares

Ideas go amiss like doused flares

No it cannot be...it calls

Obliteration is where it falls

Tranquility achieved, through skeptical glee

We must accept and praise the follie

The bottom’s dropped, we’ll never know

Everything’s stopped, nowhere to go

But wait, there’s something ahead

not festering or full of dread

A light that gleams brighter than all

Reach out, and grab it to stop the fall

What greatness doth I hold so tight?

How could I remember something so right?

Nothing could stop that proclivity

The greatest will: creativity!

Burning bright but not searing

Everything just within hearing

Just push, it’s there, just give it force

You don’t have to seriously coerce

It’s deep inside waiting

only needing some contemplating

Look down and see, you’ll know it too

What’s there for me, is the same for you

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