Tidbits

Tidbits

These tricking tidbits like breadcrumbs

To a scrumptious future hinted at and scented with

Wafts of archived familiarities inside the tints of commonalities

Spilling over surfaces and it is so hard to keep clean

Fact or fiction in these mountains

Time has not had the envelope to mention

To seal closed and disclose in a passing across the table

In white-scripted lines of now he knows

And so I spin and turn and ignore the burn

Of abolished ignorance to hold on to this fix

As long as I can before the fog lifts

And what I might see

An angel’s shroud pierced with eyes of stares

Two on two and into you

You look into me and I look into you

Float the myth and land the fact

That I am here and you are that

Which I have sought to displace this bog

And walk upon dry land in plan

Without the cowardice of an empty hand

Hoping like a handkerchief to have the answer

When the mood fits to shake all this infection

Out of me on projection of all that I no longer need to be