Taken a while to reach the peak where
valleys sing safely beyond sharp sided
embrasures; they cascade out into new
wards of sanity. Although clearly seen
understanding is arcane, like a far art
glimmering across ill-defined horizons
as science’s slow creep, I proceed - a
safe mind balanced on steady feet
there’s no graced path but one where
change must precede each step; okay
no going back either and if left means
irretrievable so be it, the folders here
are new breed modified biologies
air of incorrigible curiosity - where is
this taking us - or is it just me? Who
cares, echoes reply, you there yet?
Suppose I must be, I think therefore
I understand...
© 17 September 2013, I. D. Carswell
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