Serendipitous encounter it ought to be,
For fate would have been a euphemism.
Enneadic years were spent with paper characters
Devising bonds with a syllabary.
The only companion left behind was the nurturer
To whom I devote the days henceforward.
My poetry this day would be for the psyche
From whom I learned to pray and vice.
My heart comprehends with gratitude
For without you, there's no altitude.
Like a swarm of cicadas, gathered around gaslight, higher cosmic wisdom embraces the castaways the unsaid word heals the souls scarred by an illusory world of sounds in solitude the irrefutable truth dawns over the blessed hearts. Meditation is sniffing lines until the pain goes