The primal thought at t’ heart of things for me
was unavailable for 't would’ve stopped
my literal heart from beating, and my mind
would likely ‘a’ woken up in hell, I feared.
So I gave up my venture, turned about
my bark to sail again for outer bounds
of sense experience, to hear the pine
crash in the forest and your face to see.
In the end, I nothing gained for anyone
but a wake of words that still remain to read
for anybody’s curiosity ----
when after all the truth is multiple.