.

on tol ogy


in his eyes
a universe
of edges,
a cloud to
paynes grey
skies that
slips across
my view
of things

his words
become a boat
that floats across
my river of ideas,
spinning eddies
of essentialities,
agents of domain
he loosely paddles
with his tongue

and this
is all too
abstract
for a poem
I know,
I know.