Plough On

Caressing words, lighter than fear
Landing upon your sorrow
With papery wings.
Such fragile beauty flutters
In the miracle of perception;
Colours, resounding wavelengths,
Implying the solidity of choices
Which do not really exist
Other than in the mind
Of the hive.

What is this rapt illusion?
Spectral ranges in grades
And peaks in spectacular
Inaudible, intangible
Frenetic atoms and waves
Cavorting in endlessly shifting
As we simply plough on.

Copyright Kosmogonic 2018

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