The Buzzing Sea Poem by Kevin Maroney

Ah what a view could I see,
If only standing on other vaulted lee.
Across the grand buzzing sea,
all across it share in humanity.

What other clouds might I percieve,
to delve deep into sounds unseen,
Past my own conception, filtered out through a sieve
Built of what else thought I could been.

Blue, gray, black or white?
Perhaps even a shade of red for some spite,
Maybe a wintry, salted grace,
Something I'd never see from my hunted face.

Obvious all, to he the wielder,
Of such great power, a different kind of fielder.
What huge scope, catastrophic wonder,
For all we know to be torn asunder.

For what would we be without free thought,
If we were nothing but that which we sought?