Mistery

gazing a ways out

at the hazy Sky

that resembles the state

of my disheveled mind

as i soar towards

the state where

i once did reside

with patron saints

from westerns watching

over a groaning

and growing divide

too much has changed

in too little time

and i cannot fathom

what's ahead, what's behind

what was once familiar

is now mostly estranged

the Sources of Inspiration

of the shelves

in the library

of my Imagination

have all been rearranged 

or unexpectedly exchanged

for some faded bills

and clanky bits

of loose change

to keep my wits

about me and enable

my tenuous surviving

(having long abandoned

any dream of thriving)

what i can remember

that once provided

some semblance of sensibility

and solid foundation

is slowly shifting

like tectonic plates

drifting apart and shaking

the fragile surface

breaking the formidable crust

with unimaginable thrust

reversing the usual Flow

rehearsing an unusual Show

creating unfamiliar Formations

and unrecognizable Shapes

of uncontainable Wildness

like an untamable 

and Wondrous Wilderness

through which the thought

of traversing is both

exhausting and exciting

like the Suite

that bears witness

to this ongoing struggle

between despair and Delighting

that pulses from strings

and skins and reeds

reverberating through wires

and into buds

filling my ears

and triggering tears

in my eyes

stinging yet subtle

and surprisingly soothing

the pumping thumps

and swinging swishes

rumble in Spirited grooving

the squeaks and squawks

and random flourishes

of melodies made

in the Moment

(like wishes come true)

and harmonies laid

at the feet

and in the heart

of the Mystery

mumble like sighs

that bumbled their way

into weathered prayers

(that made it through)

touching some primal Place

in the nether regions

of my history

where embers of Grace

remain hidden yet present

like the Sun

and the Mountains

and the Ocean

obscured by clouds

in hazy Mistery

yet never having left

any of us bereft

or warmth and Light

and Love that transcends

all depth and height

forever in station

yet always in motion

like the Waters

of the Fountain

at the heart

of the Square

an Epiphany

of Infinity

as ephemeral and eternal

and invisible and tangible

and unbelievable and amazing

as Sky and Air...

Thanks.

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