Something Profound

It’s not my fault this greases the cogs

Totally broken free I can perform the divine flow

This places me in a particular class of people

A couple turns tighter, and maybe I’d  be on pitch

Instead, a tightly gripped fist

To hold the singularity of the lighthouse questions

Best place to store it when I need to keep the sphere clear

When trickle path thoughts perform concentric call waves

Permeate the thought membranes and it’s all there

You just can’t let the words distract from the sound

If I can just be as I am, If I can remember

Maybe I can bring back a shard to fit into the display

More and more frequently I wonder why I perform

Turning in a thin sheet to an even thinner premise

I feel as if accountable to give my full testament