And

I had a gift, razor edged perception sting.
Looking, beyond where the seeds fell, sprouted,
focus on the axis scanning, comprehending all.
Contemplate, savour, remembering the flavour
as it shifts under overstanding all, gliding from crown to rim.
Lucid, crystal, vicious with anger, sick from plaintive churlish, weeping
no more.

Now, less maybe than before,
somehow feeling so much more steady.
Edging by inches on a quest for the core.
Dreaming the nest of your arms embrace
through circus madness,
my fingers walk the walls and steer me through without a fall.

Wide eyed, head Singing, resting on silk
And one pull draws the veil
so hearts don't bleed anymore
and tears don't bitterly fall
on all that could have been
If.......

by Karen J Worth 1995