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
