ramble (Diane)
His every thought grounds me The non-participator The one part of nothing but who sees all In the past, its illuminator His whole being devoted to his task That no one else does The lone investigator of a world That without his probe would collapse But someone will need it Like I need his discipline To reign me in For I'm a silly actor of the time Like all others I interact with are, absent morality Playing with their power Coming up to breathe air when they can; He always is Born into such place as he was meant to be in Where the air ever circulates But there's no one else there. I fling far high and low, Reading angel signs in numbers When I'm alone, too, Forget him, then his every thought I know will correct me Like a cane or a word A gaze so uncompromising It never loses itself And never indulges another For it has to be Someone has to be Or else the realm would collapse A door behind us would close And we would be blind And cut off f...