Clayton Clifford Bye's Blog (1)

Grace



Happenstance is but a way of words,

The stumbling path of fools;

Yet a trail met in the wooded night

Cares not for weathered rules.



Deaf and dumb goes the traveller

Toward the outward shape;

Glancing not beneath the rock and leaf,

A sketch of the human ape.



But in vapid searching one still learns

To scratch the inner vein.

Eyes roll and bangles burn in that light—

The answers seem insane...…