| My voice is lyrical quirky Leaning toward physics Yet mystic : the cubing Of the spherical, a choice For meaning of the real, A parenthetical gut feeling, Intuition ; fishing for answers Thwarting marchers for dancers, The prancers that must Muss the chalk–lines, the Semi–permeable, perforated Square lines, the un–solid Earth riddled with fault lines— The boiling magma under The plates that jostle like A second thought jigsaw Idea, subverting Pangaea Into a puzzle discontinuous, |
But all of these continents Uneasy in oceans under the Changeable weather attack Wondrous, yet sporadically Frightening in its reliance on Chance : the safety promised From science, an approximation Of the humming muse strumming The lyre outside the coziness Of this dark box, where I doze, The lid closed : the connecting Dots of my Cartesian cube, The drumming music stops, A door to other worlds opens For a brief moment before The relief of the crank turning The music box gears that clank Again, I hear the familiar score . |
*[ WSB ].
Occupation : Poet . 