the beauty that I know (o how the sun does glow!)

-of relationships, upon even a dream once of midsummer-

i’ve never found (fully) in a relationship

(boat, boat, boat your row.)

it is more my reflection (narcissus so gazing) upon a reflection,

my soulful (echo deep listening) insight into souls

that intensifies (to begin to begin)

again my heart and casts me out

(outcast that i am)

to compose by poetic arts.

“Always the beautiful answer, who asks a more beautiful question.”

loner, loper, loser, lover. 

a progression of mid-consonants

(like Pangaea the mid-continent)

all consorting together,

all orgied into one.

so gathers massively the beauty that I know

(to erupt, pour forth, playfully flow)

of relationships I speak (softly dancing in the sun)

‘tis (no wonder) i am a conundrum.