There is something dripping in my head
Drips, and taps forever
Tapping its way along the stream
Consciousness rippling in protest
Oh, but how willful an eye
Glazing for its moment
Lost, and wandering depths
Pool upon pool, forever
Can I stay in this place?
Can I stay and inquire
The iridescence of an idea?
Oh, but how inconstant a drip
In its nature, mocking and cruel
Slips away, like a naughty child
Stalks away, like a scorned lover
Yet child and lover alike are pulled
As gravity begets the drip
And again, again, without regard
There is something dripping in my head
3/26/08
