Poem, in three parts.

[wolven7]

Winter Sunsets

I.
There are emotional uncertainties,
and ideals of conversation, yet met,
for intimation--
through realms of intimidation--
is a hard thing to recall, to one's self.
The responses of confusion at
the unknown
enervate, and remove
a healthy self-confidence
in the face of possible scorn,
from the object of understanding.

II.
"Understanding is only
possible between equals."
This cybernetic law underlines the
necessity of equality.
But how can one be equal
to the ideal of excellence?
An algorithmic distance, and pattern,
known to a certainly select few.
In what languages are these lines
coded and confirmed?
For the symbols are familiar,
and their usages unknown.

III.
Where are we to meet the spirits of Forms?
For there i must go, and confer with a God.
Perhaps the Lady Bast will have a way
that i might approach her programmed self-system,
without the loss of control,
without fear, yet-- and still--
with awe, and respect.
{As is deserving a Friend.}

(c)Damien Williams. All Rights &c.

Again, written for someone (Other than the last), posted, here, with their permission. Enjoy.