Dreams written
With invisible ink
On invisible page.
Questions
Not yet formed
Leap
Like impatient frogs
In the muddy swamp
Of the universe
In my…
In me…
Storms Rage.
More questions
No answers.
Walls.
Searching
Everywhere
And nowhere
Never a meaning
To know.
Fragments.
Some kind of snail
Creeps along
Slippery, sliding, slimy.
It watches
A Butterfly
Flutter by
And wonders
What it is.
There’s
A pair
Of eyes
That are looking
But cannot see.
There’s
A seed
That’s trying
To…
Be…
But…
?
Nowhere.
Now
Here…
?
