by `BenHeine Searching for Thoughts A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Searching for thoughts goes on from start to end, Quickened with passion that gives each calling; Like a blank page where fingers move and bend, Passion and pain from the footsteps falling. Again now and now the movements go on, Deeper within darkness enter a step; Ignite corners in blaze millimicron, Starting to grow and becoming more help. All from the searching from within the brain, Play with what you know in bitter and sweet; Narrow each law by reshaping the rein, Each of its way becomes clear in its beat. Across clearings a mind searches all through, Symbols of play know how to continue.