Minded

Was it a part of me or just an
imagined musical which is @ a
constant, structured, volume within
what I know as my mind?
As one single movement leads
me past what was soon to be experience,
experienced takes on a meaning that was
ultimately challenged before its birth.
Unborn, it remains to its infancy, childlike and unaware.
Growth at hand.
What seed has been planted?
Memory is leaving as creative planning overwhelms.
I cannot possibly.
Can I?
Can we?
I go from wanting, to wondering.
A careful, slight, reverse might actually
be deadly to that which is unseen.
WAIT……
Have I ever seen?
Did I feel it?
Was it even there?
Substance has been adopted.
My vision has become strength, while eyes are closed.
Mouth lost.
Sounds felt.
Soul flourishing as the verses are contained.
Thank you mind.