What Lies Over There? Poem by RIC BASTASA

What do you see in everyday?
books piling against its other like layers of
geological metamorphic rocks
aged, and hardened by the volcanic eruptions of the
beautiful
mind,
(self-proclaimed beauty of those
incomplete clauses demanding
sentences, and periodic disturbances
of unmindful commas,
somehow, one feels dogged,
tail concealed between the legs
because of these towering masters
who even in their uttermost silence
since they were not created with
mouths and tongues
now claim the dominance of
masters)
you listen to the songs of Solomon
the dreams of the singing ABBA
dismantled by the intricacies of
their islands of
loves

what is in store for the wanderer?
the lust that subsides like uncertain ebbs
what lies there over the green pastures
separated by fences
of restlessness,

you grope thoroughly through some kind
of syllabic fingers
you have lost the ability to quit.