early

Going where it will,
Willing where it goes.
Quickly, loudly, gracef'lly flows, and

Where it's now I cannot say -
The gusting wind took my pearl away.

Growing and flowing -
With each the pool grows.
As dramatically, dynamically, into'it flows;

That pearl that the wind took away
For it rests now. Where? I cannot say.

Each part proves the whole, with
The whole truth made of parts -
Wholly, partly, but sep'rately starts

That wind that blew that pearl that way.
... I cannot say where it lies today.

The pearl is the pool,
But the pool's made of pearls
Which is which?
No man knows.
... The pearl-pool just swirls.

I'm posting this in two places. A few questions:

1. Is this a good idea?
2. Why or why not?
3. How is it?

Still sighing for TDI,
/gradster(1)/

I close my eyes and rest the pain throbbing, pounding.
Nothing else is quite as sweet as slipping away in between old sheets and blankets...
I open my eyes again to soaring whales of blue in skies of green.
He's waiting there again, and he smiles seduction
And speaks beautiful melancholy until I follow him.
I try my best to ignore the cheap two cent words-