There are conundrums in the corners of the cosmos.

( countless )

Crannies, caves, and coves

hold questions quite like nothing else.

 

Quiet!

 

If you try too hard it's gone.

 

No matter how cautiously you creep

your curiosity cannot be satiated

without a willingness to relinquish yourself.

 

Yourself.

 

You r self.

 

Sanity succeeds in the secession of a

knowledge no one asks for

but every question contains.

 

An answer of multitudes.

quantities, collapsed and bent along the fabric,

are holding all hostage.

 

A web.

 

The molecules connect in a fashion less feasible the longer contemplation lingers.

 

eyes relate a Human fondness:

drag them to the dance and let them die -

The television taught me that.

 

Here it comes, the ego trip -

gets me everytime.  Damn - Ride it out.

 

If roads are trees are birds are bees - then what are words?

Practice makes perfect

  still - We All Fall Down.

 

Isn't it trite?   ( The television taught me )