Still, I confess
there is much more to unearth
and understand about certain connotations
- the ability to breathe when cold envelops
- the span of fingers broken to fit
- the sure melody of grace when it overcomes
the source of whatever pain it took to state
the overwhelmingly obvious.
There are limitations placed upon oneself.
All that stress, confusion and sense of irony
can be imposed with an iron composure.
And there is a certainty to a body's angles
when draped in the sunlight of forgiveness,
each argument given over to philosophy
between students of life and lore.
I search for the definition of beauty.
I often come up empty, but fervent in my belief
that there is a way to define each parameter
as if each molecule of thought depended
on each previous interaction.
This world is full of endless promises.
The stars are uncountable, yet we, as dynamics beings
strive to count the impossible, strive to find
the perfection in a clearly prescribed
Mark each word. Open the sky with probabilities.
Scan the horizon with fluid prophecies
born from reason and fire.