Because all experiences are valuable.

Friday, February 11, 2011


Mysteries exist in solution,
exerting an osmotic pressure 
on all those who have to swim 
in the same sea
with the sharks
and the dead.

What happens to the man who
believes his own hype,
it isn't good, I can promise you at least 
that much if nothing else.
I am Welsh, but I don't go back on
promises, or back down
the same road I just came up.
One step differently placed makes it a new path.

This cosmic bracelet I wear
dangles the planets in charming succession,
linked to every mystery
past and present,
through the panes and frames as I name them.
The cat is dead this time, I swear.
I looked in the box.

T. Sylace 2-12-11