that place

[saw]

there's a place I feel
within-without
part of everyone here
upon the blessed orb, and I have
this fire to find it
but the entrance is often covered
overgrown vines
entanglements of the spirit
some days sans usable memory
landmarks erased
thorns like barracuda teeth
signage spray-painted black
swallowed in ancient bark
crumbs eaten
mahogany shadows of grafitti
too purple to help, too blue
to reach, too black to see.....
if I sit here any longer
do the percentages go up
will I find the movable boulder
will I have the strength to roll it
to the side, will I know
the secret password, will I tap
the vein in the mine, in the mind ?
so off I go, hell bent for leather nights
on the trail under the orange moon
too poor some eves to pay attention
my ass too sore for the saddle
but more game than ever before,
searching....
for that place
that place....that place

[the mingo]

I feel here-and-there some days too. One thing I know, if you're headed-for-leather have an exit buddy. One with fire and blessed orbs and enough usable memory to sustain you both.

Enjoyed, saw -

[saw]

great response...thanx mingo...