These Passing Moments

Into the oceans eye of weather storm, my thoughts drown, stumbling each, upon each other’s trailing synapse falling; and I admit occasional trip to somehow set them down; a forceful fitful leisure unbeknown. A silent sound at times to overwhelm and sit beside me in this madness moment, baffled. Stuffed and stuffing to overflow my good neighbors air portioning me a couplet or two to share. And I shall drink til drunk and think til thunk and when tis done will mortify no more. The blasphemed eye removed to backward stare as I shall know my counterpart with part of every hair. For I am the mirror of my soul and the countenance contained in every star; beads of every slow collected jar. The stones upon the shore all bear my name. I am the air between each tongue of flame and I am the flame between each draft of air. I feel such grounded freedom as my soul alights to soar. See with inward eye the knowing pearl to pour Outward stretch my own return. No boundaries must I learn. For every tear the ocean’s cry, I think to pause for do we not in all our wonder, All our haste and pristine beauty; Seek outward all effect with inward cause. I kiss the tears the ocean cries to salt the wounds of my goodbyes and hesitate to breathe one breath for all the singled glories passing, as do I, in death.