I sense a great chaos

Churning and turning

Roaring and buzzing

Multiple ideas, and thoughts

Lies and truths

Swirling in a great pandemonium

All within the confines of my mind

An entire universe of universes

Trapped within the rind

Of a cantaloupe


I am about to burst asunder

Spilling all of this new wine out on the ground

Releasing nothing but the anguishing sound

Of goodness being pulled into the soil


But wait


Where there is a boundary, there is a gate

I see and feel this border, frozen

Yet it lies amongst these paths I’ve chosen

I run into it everywhere

I feel its presence in the air

I know this is something deeper




More intoxicating than bourbon cider

It pulsates with a living life

It forms a bridge across all chasm

I know it only as a rhythm

That continuously beats across all times

It continuously harvests all life’s rhymes

Producing only the best of wines


I wait for sun or for perdition

I wait for love or for admonitions

I wait for song and I wait for dance

I wait for love and a stark romance

Drawing closer to the rhythm

Drawing closer to the rhythm




2 Comments Add yours

  1. Love the strong rhythmicity, with the crescendo of the last verse, “…for sun or for perdition …”

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  2. Thanks so much Steve!

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