THINK

Beloved wings of mine,

I ask to soar.

Elevate so high I am allowed introduction to...

Passionately fueled ideas,

Which grip the mind as a jaw locked hyena

would.  

Such ideas,

reflected off taunting and towering walls grown in grand museums.

Ideas of speech,

inverted and flipped, shortened and dipped in a cup full of subtle-tea.

Effortlessly wrestling with means and variations of irony.

Complete and utter control of projecting and displaying imagery.

Wielding and embracing ambiguity.

I ask for introduction to such ideas;

These wings of mine,

I beg to soar.

Glide through clouds of curiosity in solem search of...

An idea untapped just as the blissful virgin’s smile

Permitted embodiment of the poet, so versatile.  

Allowed to be so willingly, avoiding the grasps of denial,

eternally.

Sown together thoughts I ask for now.

A quilt. An idea. I ask for now.

Completed, you have warmth through understanding.

Completed I and we, and you, and they and one can interpret person,

whether it be 1st, 2nd, or 3rd.

These wings.

These wings work as my thoughts

Beloved thoughts of mine,

I ask to soar.

Elevate so high I am allowed introduction to...