Within and Without
Within the boxed confines
of ancient wood and plaster
waking, sleeping, dreaming in solitude
Only the cats soft purr
and frisky nature seeks to scatter the
dust bunnies which hide at sunrise.
Within the box of mind
or the box of heart
daily I peer outside of myself
through a pixeled frame of light.
The ingredients of my day
the passion of my night
all congeal in a broth like fractal art
spicing the tendrils of thought.
The mind mixes and blends friends
a genetic sea of salt and water minds
bubbles and boils and become.
~Without this soup you see
there could never be a universal we.
I would remain an eye without thee.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012
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