“the way to discover”… a poem by Ben Bussewitz


“the way to discover"


  by Ryan Ventriloquist (Ben Bussewitz)





well, now i am seated.
this is when i figure out what i need to do.

when do i discover the new way to uncover
the parallels of the mysteries
laid out in space over history?

when do i figure out what chains of theories
connected to the platform of love,
interceded from above, into the heart of a dove?

around me, mortal eyes,
staring with complexion,
into my profound introspection
of which they all oblige.

at my desk, seated for aquatics
life for journey, plant something spawning
memories and trips to the field,
away to the harvest oak, mellow, full of hope,
in the creek that simmers on,
rushes and rattles along, just like that Terrell song,
on the seat where my dreams belong and come on strong,
compassion and patience for all, to detach from my longings,
breathing in the hula hoop peace of her, with my heart made from clay,
running all the time, for all of time, created for all days,
with peace of mind, and her by my side on the beach,
writing our names in the sand,
never to fade away,
made from clay,
never to fade away.


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