Some days, I cannot say why.
A leap of faith,
damned, dammed, no flow.
Rush to become still.
Open your eyes.
Imagined,
whilst I am suspended here,
you play in my head.
I am static, full of
rainbow-pain.
In love with nothing,
the scattered pepper
means more, somehow.
Is there any understanding?
What does it mean?
Can we know nothing
without first knowing
all?
Minds mould wax and shadows,
defy all axioms.
The paint which shows all manner
of everythings
and asks 'where do we come from?'
No.
It means there is more to learn.
Sometimes, even I don't understand.
Where to neverend?
Always here.