We can only know
When we want to hear
As selective seeking
Protects our sight
From burning out
Turning down the lights
And then later
We find the known, novel
And then later
We grab a sturdy shovel
Digging down for that
Which always rose
Above and behind us
But we always wore a hat
Regulating its totality
Fear, Sadness, Vanity
Thinking that clouds and rain
Joy and pain
Work with gravity!
Assumptions are flawed
There are no static destinations
And then we wander in
Unmodelled contemplations
...As the rays play with
The tall, green pillars of life
And never stop reaching us
Whether or not we choose to go blind.
-Al