CONSEQUENTIAL EVIDENCE      

   
so naked            
     in my hunger            
for that            
     i know            
but do not            
     live            
for all my            
     seeds            
of passion            
     never sown            
reaped            
     nor fulfilled            
for all the            
     still born            
dreams  undone            
     ive brought into            
this world            
     for all my            
misspent            
     good intentions            
years of fallow            
     love  unshared            
for all the            
     words            
ive written            
     in these slippery            
language spills            
     only fleeting          
glimpses            
     ghostly whispered            
shadows            
     oblique impressions            
captured here            
     whether ever            
to be read            
     much less            
understood            
     perhaps only            
silent ripples            
     left to mirror            
to faintly echo            
     some essence            
of inner mystery            
     within this            
mystery            
     that i am            
expressed in            
     all this            
rambling            
     run off            
inkage            
     purged            
from open            
     pen in hand            
released from            
     somewhere            
else within            
     even more            
vague            
     than this            
little bit of            
     consequential            
evidence            
     i leave            
behind me
     ghostly
whispered here        
     to mark            
my aimless          
     silent trail                
in my
     continued            
restless journey s         
     only          
temporal            
     passing        
through        
     this nowhere        
place        
     of empty        
space        
     in timeless        
time        
     where        
it seems               
     as i now        
suspect        
      i may
have        
     somehow        
gotten        
     my thoughts        
my words        
     myself        
just a little        
     lost        
or perhaps
     just a bit
too tightly
     entangled
up in      
     here in
yet another        
     unforeseen        
convolutedly       
     twisted        
little        
     rabbit hole
which naturally
     opened up     
in my own
     presently        
mindless        
     illusory        
little head     
     where      
only now      
     am i      
slowly      
     coming      
to sense  see
     and more
fully realize     
     that
perhaps      
     the simple      
truth
     and act
of penning out
     the extra
lengthy
     run on
tail  
     of this my
somewhat
     trippy
little poem      
     was the      
only way
     i could
slowly
     find
my way
     back out
of this
     twisted      
little      
     rabbit hole
my poem    
     had so      
unwittingly
      soon      
enough      
      become  
before      
     i had      
even      
     let out
half it s
     curly tale s
loopy  little
     unsung
song   
     so what      
does that      
    even mean      
and where      
     does it     
leave me
     feeling
metaphorically  
     here now      
perhaps    
     nowhere    
and nothing    
     more than        
like a tiny      
     little      
reflective      
     puddle
of fallen
     rain   
now left here
     seemingly
forever stuck
     in this   
shallow      
     now muddled
fallow  little
     pot hole      
in this
     winding
lengthy
     swervy
curvy
     road      
where it
     quietly      
mirrors   
    this gray
day s
     cloudy skies
above   
     left here  
in the      
     peaceful      
after wake      
     from off
some sudden      
     briefly
passing      
     little rain
storm
     from earlier
this morning
     or in    
other words
     to take it
one step further   
     something    
one can    
     either    
choose    
     to pass    
right on    
     by    
and ignore    
     or to briefly
pause    
     for just
a fleeting
     moment    
or two    
     to reflectively    
gaze upon    
     in silent    
wonderment  
     or perhaps
in which
     to simply
let go
     and get
lost in
     the spontaneous
subconscious
     streaming flow
of introspective
     poetic
run on thought
     at least  
for a little  
     while longer
here
     until it either
runs it s
     full course
or finds
     some place
to stop
     just    
as i
     at so long
last   
     have    
finally done    
     here  
now