amazing is as amazing is

 amazing is as amazing is

amazing is as amazing is

for those who have not already 

trod the acorn on a winter’s path

and seen the green refuse to be

broken where squirrels invocate

that tomorrow gathers every tear

to water not the eye but tend 

upon the huge trees in their bud

for i dare not look underneath

these words that float so easily

dare not to see if there is or is there not

a meaning deeper that the superficial thought

that spins a line as catches many a fish

in gold or silver wriggling in death’s dish

a last held breath that may find here

such a profound ‘here you are’ to split the light

into a rainbow of every existential meme

or maybe not 

  or maybe not

and the web is just the false sun gleaming 

teasing before it is gone and nowhere

nowhere was there a profound thought

but just a silly old fart playing around

in an aged ancient playing ground