“Thoughts on a first encounter”
It started last night.
We talked though morning.
Sitting on a bed, with worlds and words flowing
We warned the ebb of our ideas weave communication no internet had seen.
And all this flew naturally as if but a dream.
Knowledge, and freedom were our claim,
All our fears changed/renamed.
The conglomerate ideologies do not sway me tonight.
I sit alone and ponder in delight
The past twenty-four hours in a lime light.
What is this feeling of inclusion and of mystery.
To be so involved yet so detached from the system.
To sometimes feel as though out looking within but in reality,
Where does it all begin,
"Where do I fit in?" -isn't that what we're all askin?
It's silly, it's been shy of 24 hours,
Twenty four hours and still.
I can feel your cool hands, caress.
Is this the start of something new. A place where I can feel fresh and hopeful?
Or will this simple reach out leave me dejected and woeful.
As I write and rewrite thoughts on a page, the progression, regression, digression. Of one spade does not hinder my feelings but merely transverse the truth.
-I22