Not to write down
what I’ve discovered,
but to discover
by writing down,
drowning
in rational thought,
I venture down
paths of my
unconscious,
to own what I
uncover,
trying to get lost,
(take that road
less traveled)
not knowing
where I am going,
find unreasonable
reason,
soft, death of
consciousness
down,
down,
down,
mine,
moon’s
mom’s to find
that mother
of hidden
spectra,
bidden by,
sought by,
the unthought.