Moving along in a sea of ignorance
Blanketed by the spitting mud-gray sky
Painted gold and ruby in the sunset
I wait for a light to flicker on up above
and take it all easy and slow
Ideas and clues don’t come in light bulbs
Invisibly wired above one’s head
They’re developed like photographs –
in the dark.
I stand and play catch with the brush
Tossing branches back and forth
But the bushes
Like a dog
Take some convincing to let go
Saw in hand, pitchfork close by
I wrestle with the tangle of ideas
If one doesn’t suit
Throw it back over the fence
Back into the mess
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