The Sheeps Head as painted by The White House (poem)

Adoring the curve, lightly expanding,
round, through, too, through, and beyond.
Standing still I’m brought to my knees,
falling deeper into that feeling of want

Adoring that note, its rhyme and its rhythm,
toned, overtoned and throned.
It’s never that, it’s always this.
Falling deeper into this feeling of want

Adoring the wave, all stiff with its colour,
embracing embarrassment, alive to the other.
Knowing an ease on the edge of unknowing.
Falling deeper into that feeling of want

Adoring the love that lies in the hate,
the swerve in the straight,
the front in the back of that loving attack.
Falling deeper into this feeling of want

Adoring the adoring………..  (pause)
feeling the pull to this,
the searching for that;
the uneasing of an evening in the expanse of the pleasing,
the pleasing which is teasing the crumbling of once freezing
the heart and its flowing…………  (pause)
until,
there’s a stilling, a sensing and a smiling
as the searching can be switching to this sounding
thats allowing for all flowing in this
wondrous….wondrous…..now…….Wow!

Everything and everyone,
Everything and everyone,
Everything and everyone
finds the one fulfillment…..in this
wondrous…..wondrous……..now

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