Complicated - a Discourse

The old argument indelible as night The word is the substance The blind bringer and giver of light Here beg I for coherence For what she wrote was "please we Miss you" on the flesh of memory And that line like a seed farmed in me Made radicle and hypocotyl in The heart's universe of belonging. She The siren singing in the dim din Keeled my ship with subversive star To net my booty home from afar. You will not understand unless you Had needed some one more Than mere material things, a clue Of words is enough. O sure Taking intent and promise as one Unravels the mystery of God's son. I see each simple thing in deep beyonds In meanings un-breached of birth My word a thousand paradigms here scans Always merging heaven and earth And she with all her subtle care here shines The better angel of us, and the ship pines For the water somewhere where care Is just the labor of her eye My sail lamenting for the waves there And bonds not broken that tie Us ... making value of random thought Words are with so much power fraught.