Sense Making - - - - - Distant movement Unknown knowing Petty, little, place I never knew Hearts of silver, overflowing Rising, showing, Skies that all seemed blue I try to capture Captured essence Something, in which, I will never do A feeling, Of new A closure, That's true Just one thing To do I, said Flowers cunning, Reason failing Synthetic, little, road, I did not choose None concerning, Flags rose burning Tripping past the useless, little, Clues I sink, to offer Words so lowly, A ticket bought, but never, really, Used I cry down, Fare - - - -well To everything I never knew Fare - - - -well To shadows I could never choose Good - - - -bye, To pointless meanings, Behind words They'd never hear the clue, Anyway . . . - - - - -