BLACK WORMS STUCK TO WHITE MUCK





Conjuring up those little black worms
Charming them into shapes
Positions packaged
Worms lock letters
Words lock worms
Thoughts expressed
Chains of insane worms
Stuck to white muck
Waiting worms disintegrate
And start the process again

These expressions elude were thoughts seek
Ideas understand but explanations hide
Illuminated insight casts shadows
Behind old structures composed
Strictly knowledge doctrines
Allows proof to lurk unnoticed
Mockingly dispensing truth unfettered
From sightless sources flow known oceans
But what springs the origin to give?

Can I shake the evidence into submission?
Dragging my truth into the light
To grow and thrive
Or wither and die
The universe is to decide

Rhyme and reason come to wit's end
Here we sit and pretend
To understand and begin

Leaps of faith
~





DBrown Fisher
© March 1999

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