This mindspring has danced and twirled on my horizon,
Slid within the shadows of moonlight,
Whispered under crashing waves at sea,  
Threatening to a deaf audience,
To drown itself with the sirens sweet sweet song.

I have ignored this thought,
Or it has ignored me...
Morehaps it has purposefully hid
Growing in prominance and power. 
And now it's breath upon my cheek...
This close I do not know better
To fear realization or loss.

I think perhaps this little gremlin is anxious,
It has lurked out of sight, eagerly awaiting the time
When I might be receptive, open,
Able to bear my full weight down upon it
And suffocate this dull, deary, and utterly false reality
In a cocoon. 

I cannot name the logic, rhyme, reason, meter, or substance.
This seems near enlightenment hanging just "so",
But my grasp on it is so etheral, so non existant,
I hesitate to even speak of it less it fade away again,
Waiting for it's next opportunity.

The presence it bears, the voice it doesn't speak...
Commands attention in all direction,
Screams for recognition and a tender openess,
Yet a passive, unexpectant, humble waiting it requires,
Lest it come in the guise of a crippled soldier,
Or a pox stricken begger,
Betraying it's true greatness and masking 
It's impact in lead and lard.

I dare not so much as twitch or lift a finger,
Should I impose upon it.
I dare not dwell on what it might portent
Or whether it will manifest 
Pyschologically or physiologically.

I tremble in fear that it should be a superficial
Presumption of my own perception,
That it is just my restless soul stirring, not awakening.
I am mortified to imagine it being a simple detail
And never expanding from that...
Or worse yet, it being embodied in a simple detail
And me lacking the strength to place it, 
The last piece, in the puzzle.