without but within

some things aren't to be explained,
they are just meant to be felt,
that's how I feel about nature,
swell of the heart as I'm wrapped within it,
see I’ve lived fortune and experienced epiphany,
seen beyond the forrest and the sky and the sea,
and I'm moved,
not by something without but by something within.

now I find myself staring up at stars,
or listening to a soothing trickle of the stream,
the further I stretch my gaze the more wonders I perceive,
me, but not the same me,
classic would be older and wiser …

Headspace

the ferry is pursued by metaphor
but sure enough we harbour and I've arrived
soon thereafter a handover of keys
I sit
then dances of glances commence across the room
spiders
spiders everwhere
never has so much toilet roll been deployed with such flair
but de-spidering is completed
and proceedings proceed to a wander
down and around the single story streets
such is my first day in Bornholm

eyes barely opened
I skillfully deactivate the blaring and all those scheduled thereafter
another hour is essential but it's obviously two later I stir
groggy idling to the square for caffeination
then …

Attempt

I tried
I really did
tried to connect my feeling through the physics of my hand to this page and write how I feel
summarise it all
about society and the idiocy of these commitments
the structural demands into which joy and precious will descend
whom to challenge is to face the unsatisfactory answer that it just is
what, ... this??
the 5 out of 7 days
8 of 16 waking hours spent clawing at the abyss of someone else’s apparent dream
the poets reference the humanity
and like any great tragedy, nevertheless accepted as normality, I ask where is …