Buoyant

Here by the buoy Buoy in deep sea Sea with salt air Air that must come... Come let us go Go somewhere far Far from this place Place beyond time... Time to just be Be what we are Are not mere stuff Stuff with no sense... Sense out of sync Sync lost in blurs Blurs that now swirl Swirl in mad storm... Storm that flings dust Dust that wears breath Breath in a choke Choke that frees zest... Zest in a take Take what lives here Here on the verge Verge of word play... Play with fond ease Ease that speaks well Well to a fault Fault that feels right... Right to sculpt think Think to purge tense Tense on the brink Brink of odd verse... Verse that sings out Out of the void Void that primes seed Seed for the dawn... Dawn comes with light Light to see things Things of a sort Sort brand new flair... Flair of a soul Soul in a heart Heart wears a mind Mind in quicksand... Leon Enriquez 01 October 2014 Singapore