Mind's Rapport

by Michaelw1two The bond between, mind’s words once penned and heart’s truth; exasperated thoughts expressing mind’s din, or clarifying those mixed deep within unconsciousness and callous dream; one’s shadowy scene crying out doubt, into redemption’s gleam released upon time’s refresh amidst renewal of one wright’s behest this gatherings need, blood let, a soul’s bleed poured afresh to pond, over parchment’s page then mixed and splayed, until thoughts fused render that write towards each mind’s surrender in the enjoyment of this prose read symbolic once and only thus as ends to means, tales telling told bawdiness or feelings bold whisperings fresh behoove thinking’s worst and then behaviour’s drip an empty pen scratching against this parchment’s thirst and mind retracts, a fear filled tact hesitant and then again dissolved in other words searched, the line resolved jealously tense and congealed, one’s thrall ink’s stretch regains an opinion’s stroll onto further ends, this thought extolls as finish, to just this one phrase contained therein, four lines or five one thought or inspiration leading where, to some place bared upon this word wright’s persuasions thorough twists and turns and subtleties belie the chance peruse, believe words meek alone but when combined elicit an inner beasts cruel fury or, calm the freaked and lost and dulled cause to each, an opening mind’s discourse and further bring to this wrights table set a friendship earned and continuation of thought through mind’s rapport. May 2013