I could write for days, end on end like fields of maize, and the road that bends on goes the river, on does the snake slither see the rocks wither under weathered forces skipped rhyme schemes and interrupted dreams chaos interrupted in frames of synchronicity jung twists out terms by looking at evidence freud starts from dogma seeking providence
freestyle IV cryptic I am, and cryptic I always will be listen to your heart and cryptic is the cover of free I dare forsee the hidden ecstasy that rises when realized is individuality and Atman together in unison atheists point their sticks for evidence zealots sing gospels to prove their faithfulness mystics wander on paths as thin as the razor's edge letting the river bleed in order to reach the sea.