Ramble? poem?
you decide...
my poems are my sermons, written, spoken. and you read, you listen. i have no pulpit, you need no pew i weave with the elaborate geometry of a spider's web hoping you allow these words to reshape you ; transform you i'm overdosed and drunk all day on the elixir of inspiration my mind overflowing with abundance of words my soul, a suspension waiting to be stirred and shaken only to let it rest again, and watch the constituents separate and let what settles, settle what floats, float and just let what is, be



Let what is be.