A poema

Meanings can be hollowed

-- Like loves can be lost

Those pills that we swallowed

-- Ingested at what cost?

Bitter nights of loneliness

-- Upon our pillows – weep

Yet only in our lonesomeness

-- Our precious secrets keep

Their magic is ineffable

-- Though the poet needs-must tell

The charm of the incredible

-- & the beauty of banal

So walk with me a moment

-- Amongst these flimsy flowers

Amidst the fog of clemency

-- Towards the higher power

of words written for words sake

-- and the breath of the infinite

for there you will find sweet sand you can rake

-- in your garden, so so recondite

To the purveyors of time & space &

--Mediocrity.

And as thus, it should be

-- A secret to both you and me

Neither known

Nor unknown

Merely unthought.

Like the leaves of a tree

(yet to be seen).