Sauntering through the lie that lies within,
seeing what is said unto all those things.
Do I explain my thoughts?
a painting? a photograph?
overarching details, rippled in black ink.
A convention that lingers in Imagination
splendidly writing swathes across the page,
with thoughts coursing and surfacing
I listen for one more time.
The other writers discuss discourse
dipped and dappled,
the torrential tumbling thinking
entwined, encapsulated and imbued.
Thoughts forged on parchment.