Thoughtstream

[Ray W]

Bodies have limits--borders
and most of the time merely follow orders
unlike the rippling mind--who knows
how far and why it can grow?

Shale ideas snowflake
away everdown, sloughed
forgotten aloud or soft yet maybe knot often
shocking awake

now and thereabout acorn scenes,
light-forged beings aborted as treasure
would-drifting along might-lean,
weightless, unmeasured,

peopling the see, bone and flesh shipwrecked,
wind-waves hinting kelp visions
to flint silt secrets venting unchecked
from beneath, silent decision

enriching night infinity, as one and all we
are priceless parts of the Whole--Self-Created me--
rooting for star-stitched memory trail-baited
by a divine Truth urging us on and up, tale-fated.