Way of the Poet

A universe jumbles unfinished in the mind picture upon picture a laconic dimension of perception where comprehension hides in brambles and rubbish churns like a river emptying into the soul the murky and the luminous converge forming an enclosure of concentration where nothing exists, except focus time melts away...a word then another, then another like falling leaves washed by the wind carried to the inner eye read, questioned, reasoned, unleased spread across a white sheet where a sentence grows giving purpose to lucidity translated by each reader in their fashion to be liked or disliked...as the page turns