Jerry Whalley Poet Dramatic Verse

The Cloud of Unknowing

staring at forever!
                  grinning, 
                          empty;
                              free of meaning...

this slippery surface of merCurious illuMentation;
                    an ephemeral shining at the back of the mind,
illuminating the limits of the fatal skin-we're-in --

it's the plight of the unbelonging to be longing
        before this bottomless bliss
listening to the sound only the heart can hear

reasons un-wound fall unbound toward
a pointlessness of
     parallaxing into tunnel-vision -
               where the paralysis of analysis 'n indecision

gets
wrapped up
        in many Mansions,
                    for LotusBlossomslaughter.

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Rightly Jennings August 2, 2017 at 5:19 AM I like this I especially like those opening lines. well done

Geoffery Mchugh September 24, 2009 at 12:44 AM That's pretty cool.