Following Day’s After

Man has put out feelers

long tenuous arching snares

that miss their mark.

occasionally.

one can never truly define what is read

and that which becomes dark

blackened by the mystery behind motive.

today a measuring stick is reasonable

firm in reach yet tacit by length and need.

in the evening again rounding angles

that suggest hearkening passion will follow

the thrust of nature’s will.

we are all the same

we are all the same

We are all

wishes wanton will the

Same.

measure that again and decide

upon argument can

point of reference

in touch, in eye, in noise,

inclusive yet exclusive.

reward me that and let notions become

a fallacy’s playground.