Cellular Communication (written 8/9/2005)

Desire for communion beyond weather filled speech
staring at depths beyond jealous reach
yearning to teach
to be taught.

Anchored in social skills
to be plainly filled.

Ask and all will be well
all will be willed its own way
shaping up to be a social butterfly
flying in popular isolation from sure rooted matters.

Dancing, singing, surrounded by joy
concealed welled up hitting a wall
astrophysical solutions to a cause of despair
metaphysical worries sitting in that high up chair
that wanders to ever find the feel
turn in paper and just steal
a look
took so long
to explain in a dream a song
of pure devotion wandering through choice
will marriage take
will it make my voice scale the wall
will it make the act of life feel like a clown’s toy—and rightfully so.