Watery Pearls

What if I could see the heart
Of my affection like watery
Pearls like grains of sand
Dancing on my finger tips
Coursing my finger prints
As I held my hand out flat
Close in front of my eyes
Looking at the silver drops
From the side refracting
The light from the world
The rest of which is blurred
To know the swirling baubles
At best to be a condensation
Of all I was ever right about?

For I have come to know
That I am a man filled with
Impressions that are wrong
I have reasons to have more
I am delusional about them
I am a construct layered
Like this I have come to be
And now that I am here
It is a fine act to let go
Of my pretentiousness
And my senility
With which I fill myself
To empty out my judgements
Of others

To watch the heart
Of my affection
Like pearly droplets
Of water dancing
In the pores
Of my finger tips
Knowing that all
I was ever right about
Is as small as they are
The truth of my inclination
The view point of my love
It is a thing of becoming
Quiet and letting it all be
Indulging without words

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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