The Abyss

Thoughts like rain Inundate the mind This blank page Effortlessly lined The carpenter crafts the table The hitter bats the ball Me? My thoughts burst Through every mental wall Some are quite good Others rather bad Some are the very best I've really ever had Some intrude Others are invited But once they begin The conflagration is ignited These old and fresh thoughts They come and they go Thoughts! These companions Evermore flow

When a child sees me They see a reflection of themselves Parents witness familiar interactions "Come on! Let's go home" They draw the child away Proffering up red herrings & empty distractions Evil. Wretched. Get away! Children grow and soon forget And, I sink again into sweet oblivion I am the lock & key Finger against pursed lips Frequency beneath the pendulum The people blame me for their crimes Though they forget my face Yet, I take it all just the same My eyes are older than the trees My voice more silent than a breeze My essence unbounded by a name Oh sweet oblivion What few mortals  Dare ride out beyond the sea? On the shores they stay Far far away And never really search for me But, here am I Here I'll be Speaking through the Poet's page I am beyond Time Just to be seen by the seeker Is my only desirable wage