with the endless fuel of much imagination
farther and farther I seem to fly
the weight that is normally upon me is somewhat lifted
and the clouds never seem to get into my eyes
If I told you I asked for all this long, long ago
would you believe me
honestly, I don't know
perhaps you just might
after all how can one explain the day
by using words often associated with only
the night
hence such is my plight
yet I find a way to get around such clever
corners and roam
lending me to believe
that what it is
of whatever it is that I do
likely not ever need to be fully known.........
(June 35, 1996)