sitting alone in a comfortable chair

The Madness of Ripping Paper
and quickly abandoned toys has slipped
into the real hours of thought.
probed recollection across the depths 
of faith which defies explanation.
With a sluggard posture it is easy 
to assume the current of tradition 
But it melts away into the SUBSTANCE
of things  (not tangible shapes
and possessions  -  but something very
real on the very edge of imagination 
and reality)  Hoped for.
Eventually  (for brief moments)
we become acutely aware that what 
we see (alone) isn't enough.
              THERE'S MORE.