WHAT SOFT LIGHT SPAWNS      

 
 
what soft light spawns  
these peculiar  little  inward musings  
up from some  
more vague  unseen  
subconscious shadowed realm  
where hatching impressions  
spontaneously born  
seek out form  
then fit themselves  
with such uncertain wings  
made of sudden words like these      
in hopes of fleeing  
to somewhere brighter  
far beyond the outer reaches of  
all complacent  routine blindness  
within that stifling darkness  
up from whence they come  
to silently ascend beyond  
all limits of mere human mind and form  
as if guided on  
by an even greater mystery  
ever closer towards  
some radiant  new dawn  
of clearer  more meaningful  
free expression  
and open understanding  
whose boundless horizon  
it rises upon  
reveals itself  at last  perhaps to be  
that soft light  
which always seems to call on me  
subconsciously to spawn  
these peculiar  little  inward musings  
relentlessly  on and on  
through these restless  scratching lines  
i often leave leaked out behind  
each mindless pen i hold in hand  
subliminally releasing