UNSOLICITED  SOURCE

 
here once again        
it seems
ive stolen the heart        
of yet another
much too briefly slept
night away        
when all things        
natural        
and not nocturnal    
should surely    
be sleeping    
now floating up        
from dreams        
i climbed        
out of bed        
with a familiar        
impulse to write        
signaling me        
in my head    
faint whispering        
of words        
that arose in    
then clung        
to me    
soundlessly calling    
like moonlight    
falling on    
longing skin        
slipping out        
of subconsciousness        
sneaking thief        
of stillness slinking        
into silent    
vacuums core    
half awake        
these empty hours        
picking up        
such curious words        
filtered residue        
of quieted mind        
spellbound        
in imagery        
and feelings        
of unremembered      
fractured dreams      
left behind      
like bits        
of fiber        
lint and dust        
one picks off        
ones clothes    
from too much    
static cling    
laying them out        
on paper        
in whatever form        
they arrive        
to look at        
more closely tomorrow  
morning        
when a        
little more alert        
and alive        
for any evidence        
revealed        
of my whereabouts        
beyond here      
last night      
this night      
tomorrow      
when im      
no longer      
so broadly      
adrift      
in dreamlands    
sudden vanishing    
from whence    
ive left these         
somatic fingerprints    
slip gripped smears      
from some other    
more mystical    
inner realm    
or intangible world        
neither created        
in my head        
nor spawned        
in conscious imagination      
left only      
to linger      
like peculiar      
little weather reports        
of inner    
environmental        
impressionism    
for anyone else    
with resonant ears    
mind or kindred    
spirit enough    
to intuitively sense    
to feel    
or hear    
the quickened    
flowing sap    
of some higher    
thread of truth    
which so loosely    
runs throughout    
their convoluted    
non linear sprawl    
in whatever    
peripheral    
exoskeletal    
shell like form    
whether vague    
or clear    
may    
or may not    
even appear    
to whomever    
if anyone    
at all    
should accidentally    
stumble into    
or otherwise    
intentionally    
find    
any relative    
vibrational alignment    
triggered    
within themselves    
from any    
and or all    
of this strange    
linguistic evidence    
as esoterically cryptic    
as to many    
it may seem    
regardless    
of whether    
theres even    
any    
interpretive meaning    
to be found    
in them    
herein at all  
or not  
faintly masked    
or hidden    
within these    
tendrilled    
vining lines    
nocturnal bloomings    
oblique    
echoes    
disclosure    
somatic  meandering        
restless pen        
sets free        
these diaphanous musings        
up from subconscious        
shadowlands        
of sleepless        
wandering spirit          
long lost        
in nocturnal        
landscapes
of timeless
boundless      
semi        
formless
creative
flowing      
soul