Here’s how I create. I throw to the wind
a feeling of the great no matter where it goes.
Over the head or between the toes.
Straight forward if you call it that.
Or blind as a bat letting out squeaks
and following the peaks.
This may seem it’s a wave
or spots before the eyes.
A reaction to the invisible.
Still something plausible.
A tale told by a goof
who wants solid proof…