I best not claim to have figured out sentience entirely, for
as I discern the idea often I find an instance I have not
Just as well...do not want all logic of purpose
Alike sweet mystery little by little I want whyfor to
disclose itself gingerly.
Same as the sun takes time to spread every dawn
and dusk in hues of corals elate none.
Akin to strokes of paintbrush unfold a magnificent
As songbird's sweet notes stretch into symphony
elucidation of You holds me in ecstasy.
Every detail in intuition's singularity enthrals me; an
Conclusions of pretext are as exquisite as utopia,
and real as breath, then sustain all euphoria.
Monday, March 15, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: perception