The spirit of Walt Whitman possessed me
‘til my eye absorbed translucency galore
And the way that the words bent the light
From then on was akin to transmogrification.
My diaphanous soul began to show through
The pallid sombre clouds stuck in ancient
Memories, and punctuation no longer held
Back the massing swells of deliberation.
Then and since nothing was deliberate
In the expression of nature’s indeterminate
Quantum which hides darkly underneath
The gravity of tides and airless space.
Copyright Kosmogonic 2018