of that well of reason

of that well of reason

in the well of my reason

that vast multidimensional expression of self

there are possibilities

without end

to assist me

that i may defend

the ground i claim

my own

within the realm

of the unknown

we play games

of “Convince and Deny”

as we vie

to not face the retributions

that comes with

our executions

in life

or the lack thereof

there is that

never aging child within

sin free

on a spree

who simply confronts

life’s stern dictates

with a seemingly

innocent and unattached

“why?”

and then there is

the “woe is me” Me

who refuses to see

that it was he

who made that bed

he now

has to lie his head in . . .

and lyin’

is one of his many talents

he employs with a certain valiance

for he uses this gift

speaking fable

and folklore

to himself

often

and then

there is the “Word Wizard”

who can enact an acumen

with a zeal and a Zen

that can charm a snake

right out of his skin

and maketh him

feel guilty for being naked

and let us not forget

the “Cryer”

whose tears

keeps that well of reason

in supply

should the heat of the day

get too high

and that guy over there

he carries the world

on his shoulders

acting so much

bolder

telling himself

he is strong

while secretly he longs

to find a way out

where is the song ?

but my favorite one

with whom i have much fun

is the magician

who makes things disappear

yes he’s the one

with the queer

little idiosyncratic fears

he holds dear

just so he can smile at them

and all the vile gems

he has discovered

about self

through his digging

examining

with a keen gleaned eye

he laughs at them

and him self

without reason

but because he can

and again

he realizes

the insignificance

of the significance

of that well of reason

© 25 August 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.