bubble-warp

..once upon a minute, you know,
you told me to let the bubbles be..

to think beyond, think at least,
to think the possible, and what
seemed to not be; to not destroy
the illusion, the play; to let go,

to stop repairing, to let the chinks
be, and again, to let the bubbles be..

through plague and question, that
i let in; i sorted, i damaged, to see
any sign, any sense; failing, i still
sort; and walk, because i know no

better, and like to believe will reach
where the bubbles are allowed to be..

my constant is your understanding
i may not always agree, or even
comprehend oftentimes, but it is
what centres my balance; i pray

that you will solve my mind awhile; and
till around the bend, let this bubble be..

till that time when the knowledge
is too great, finally, i admit i do
wonder what it would take; and
fear the most,that judgement day

beyond that, beyond beyond,
when I return to the minute
when you told me to let the bubbles be..