unknown
but all knowing in the blind wonder
vague fickle trust fallows around bliss
no sight nor touch
no sound nor sent
no sence,
but the understanding
obscurely gracious understanding
pure erratic beauty
dance forever in warm thought through this cold calm night
and blanket it in feathers and bits of twine
wrapped tight is a bright hue of gold
excited patiently for seasons
the cobble streets have their reasons