Cast

Dance me til the end of time . . .

photo: bb borne

All the things
I could not square,
Gone now like,
Whiff of smoke;
They move me not,
Nor drive my path,
Just faded vapor, 
of a smoldered joke.

The squares of logic,
In circled space,
Centerpointed in 
Uncertain me;
My geometric 
Ordered house,
Doused
In quaking,
Uncertainty.

“Let go Let go,”
the ancients said,
Enlightenment finds you
Pulsing still; 
But stillness is
Reluctant pill,
Swallowed only
with waters,
of quivering will.