Poet Without Words Poem by Vision Ghost

An emptiness so vast an encyclopaedia answers no query as many are confiscated
Via the coursing realms of confusions that lay still but wake so complicated
I sense the sea's air relinquish my faith in breathing for life so agitated
I am clothed in my defence against the wind but my thoughts alone are naked

Staring long enough at the same view to acknowledge an unseeded realism
To birth it's germination from the soul outward to the allowance of pacifism
When the calmness after storms born of chaotic skies venture rare altruism
For the unsheltered to sense reprieve but I linger as the exposed idealism

Consideration for that of minimalist existence in stature and mass so small
As I unseen in my entirety for the perceptions yet not blinded as I am tall
For their world if not a universe be a pool for me as an ocean of this shoal
So I fathom somewhere a greater existence amuses itself at a sight of my fall

But yet here as with my thinking I remain unseamed, unfixed and somewhat free
To move from this place if I so wish yet I'm seated firm for the world to see
Colours in clouded striated patterning as natural as you or I, perhaps the sky
To forget the granting of breath recognises function so secluded to never ask why

I flit from thought to dream to ideas to wonder, speculation in time so abound
Timeless as a manner so consequential unto itself in these hours without a sound
Deepened without the saddening of past regrets yet they are as alive to be found
Such an abundance of life, in moments so short and seemingly less few as profound

If I froze the motions of time could I still feel or would I age before this world?
Blind in a place limited of discoveries far tendered by science, exploration unfurled
Yet I am sat here, alone yet in the company of this place as the sunsets yet again
I will adorn the sleep in hours to come but I wish to remain as long I am without rain

This picture is not forever as no spoiling occurs, just a progression of natural order
Descends upon me as it will always do to bring out first stars in the dusk of no border
I am the poet without words in such descriptive naturals set to absorb but not spoken
As a thought that corrodes as an ending of this day now deems a moment never again awoken