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