Burrowing in . . . .

please let me warn you
i'm not any good
i stay in here 
like i said that i would
and i'd be here forever
if i thought that i could
i like where i am
its my personal den
its snug and its cozy
its my hideout of Zen
i puzzle the pieces
all apart until when
i decide to rejoin them
all together again
the moment of passage
time into being
feeling the darkness
of night into seeing
ever the mystic
i follow my vision
into the unknown
in spite of derision

2011