Bigger than the walking feet
there are tides that only the mind can see
and feel.

Needed.

For the times are dark
for those who dare to dream.

Creatures that move
silently and incoherently
perhaps
it seems.

Coherence guards them
on their mind
filling time with space.

Taste.

There is an elegance
in this that no mighty
beast of ignorance
can possibly imagine.

Calm.

A space where to rest
this unrested life.

A secret:
two in one
that laughs alone
by the surprise of not so
alone feeling.