In an eloquent
But bizzare
Dreamy and blurry
Bits and pieces of
An incomplete story
I hope to heal
Some gaping bruises
A balm that would miraculously heal
Mend
Put together
shape up
And re-model
The truth
Behind a very gray
Almost dark
Practically non-existent
Hierarchy of events
Re-write the plot
Punch in some beleivable action
And merge it into the reality
A test
An assessment of how much
I can change
I can reconsider
Give myself a chance
Because
When all else fails
There is always a bit of
Me
Left in “me”
That can drive
Crazily
Into the intoxication
Of a wonderland
That can twist and twirl
And form
A fable
And I can dance through the
Orchards
And blossom
And glow
And make it look
As if destiny itself
Met me
And greeted me
To sing
To paint
To write
Over and over again
Till I get it right
Till the seeker
Reaches what it seeks
Till it is
More of what I suppose it was
Or less of what I believe it is
And all of that begins to spin
So there is just one image
Just one solid
Theme
A very fine, fully formed
Elegantly designed
And well articulated
Desirable outcome
And an agreeable milestone
Where I could stand
And own it
And live through it
Forgetting purpose
Forgetting actuality
Reason and rational
Just be
To be
If it matters at all