Supine, I Sonder

Supine, I sonder...
all syzygies and cromulent salons. 
Stalking inlets, outbound.... surrounding swathes of
simpletons and awkward savants. 
Sublime, I bombinate blithely... babbling
oblique begonias -
abloom... beyond barbarous gardens.
I tune my loom to weave
a wondrous garland -
the envy of every Harvest Moon
eclipsed... 
 
[ and beg no pardon ] 

As The Aurora 
of our angular momentum
aptly allude to our diluvian droughts.
boundlessly departed
from all dominion... Like -
a dessicated deluge
dormant at the heart
of an epibenthic 
pearl of dew.

I slake my thirst at
the First Well...
desolate of mirth.
yet ever at 
peace. 

contiguous in the extreme.
 
Supine, i sonder.... 
stitching my
brother's shadow
to the heel
of my odyssey.

My Wilderness 
complete... when I go
missing.

[ where i oughta be ]