Best Quicksilver Poems

darkness into darkness forms,
atoms swirl, congeal, and swarm,
the dark gets darker, blacker still,
folds in upon itself at will

a fluid, liquid, shifting shape,
a mass upon which shadows drape,
the black gets denser by degrees,
straining eyes attempt to see

deep, instinctive, primal fear
comprehends that evil's near,
slightly canine, haunches low,
it...

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Behold the pulchritude overhead exalts to about a spread. 

It is o full swift which greatly outstrips thunder and gale added, 

Yet ocular to sigh from more than a score of hillocks afar. 

It is yet not as harefooted as my head can proceed thinking,...

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The mind is quicksilver,
it doesn’t stop and quiver.
It’s sure and real,
and knows no equal.

The mind can be good and bad,
or even happy or sad.
It flits one way,
and then the other all day.

I take time to be still,
and accept no thrill.
I take time that is mine,
just...

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There's an energy to us
 like quicksilver.
Moving on its own,
 flashing out brilliance.

Quick, through us, pulsing;
Belonging to the space it's in;
 The space we're in.

Brilliant flashes splashed against
our sore and tender souls....

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