curving contemplation ramble

I'm..
searching,
pondering,
continually hoping,
for words to spring forth.
Words, letters, curved symbols,
entangled in the recesses of the mind.
Waiting for those similes,
those metaphors
of circular logic,
of blurred reasoning,
to create clarity
out of the muddled;
to confusingly twist
the confines,
the boundaries
of reality
into something that somehow flows into the realms of sense.

Patterns,
circles,
cycles.
waiting for something.
idling for nothing.

Endless arrays of thought,
entangled in deeply delving roots,
yet glorified somehow whilst floating
far above even the pillars of truth.

Like a lingering wind upon heated sun kissed skin
thoughts flow freely, unabashed, untamed
throughout the medley of noises, constraints and hindrances

Like the caress of your pen
lovingly scratching paper
leaving your mark
creating
manifesting
grasping onto a fine start.

Continually climbing that circles curve.
weaving
stumbling
around and around.
round, circular, cyclical;
attempting to perceive that bend,
that curve of the horizon.

A flash of sunlight,
the dawn,
an awakening,
the realization straight before me.

The words.
I know now.