SLIPPERY  TIDAL FLOW      

     
whats this        
     here yet again        
why risk empty        
     page to pen        
out of habit        
     i suppose        
to release        
     or purge        
so frequently        
     even though        
i feel no        
     burning urge        
here in this        
     present moment        
to go there        
     no desire        
to express a        
     thing at all        
except perhaps        
     some other        
habitual  bone deep        
     need to heed        
some vaguer        
     inner beckons call        
in this chronic        
     little dance        
i do with        
     pen and ink        
stirring up the        
     dust a bit        
to bring forth        
     and release        
such odd        
     strange ghosts        
as these        
     up from out        
of some lost        
     voids        
neutral space        
     of near        
invisibility        
     here into this        
still loose        
     though more        
specific        
     impressionistic        
form        
     for no real        
reason at all        
     other than        
perhaps        
     to relieve      
and satisfy      
     to some degree        
at least        
     the natural      
to and fro        
     mysterious        
inner pull        
     of my      
subconscious        
     creative juices        
slippery        
     tidal        
flow    
     each    
time    
     it comes    
to spill    
     again    
in it s    
     persistent    
futile quest    
     to leave    
no stone  
     nor word  
unturned    
     to flip their  
shadowed    
     long unseen  
long forgotten  
     other side    
over to face  
     the sun again  
the open sky  
     above  
and to  
     the possibility  
of being seen  
     by many  
or by any  
     other  
resonant  
     new eyes  
open minds  
     shining hearts  
and other  
     more radiant  
kindred spirits  
     to free their  
too long  
     silenced  
ancient truths  
     at last  
transcendently  
     back out  
into  
     a whole  
new kind  
     of higher  
highest  
     light
within
     without
as one
     in oneness
for alas
     that time
before
     too long
is surely soon
     now to
come
     to pass
upon and
     to us all
through
     the sum
free will
     choice
of our own
     and our
collective
     human
species
     slippery
tidal
     flow