The more I sense,
the more is sensed

The closer I apply my attention,
the bigger everything becomes

There is layer upon layer of world;

a hitman blows the head of someone,
a flower begins to sprout,
Bob Dylan gets awfully old,
I have to pee at 4 AM
- or the coffee is a smidgen too strong...

I don't mean ANYTHING that I write

Griffonner & Sameen have made me realize that,
when seeming to believe that I do mean what I say,
though that doesn't mean more than tapping my foot to a tune

I just find ways for words:
The meaning appears in the mind of the reader

Some believe that each word would even hold up
in court

Well, life – in its entirety -
on the surface tension of heredity & environment,
is a courtship
that sails the seas of blood & love,
with ongoing proceedings

If I had the futile urge
to voice any true kind of opinion,
I'd join a political party, or start one;
not join Poetbay,
the best asset of which
is the free & lofty passage through Nothingness
and Impermanence!