For Kabir

Would it be unsafe to 

allow

my eyes to carelessly wander

from

pools of oceans, to 

contours

that flatten and dip, rise;

godlike facades

that appeal, may it be

to some, even many?

i.

i find appeal in pesudopedantism

and truth, and freedom

and it is such

encased within men with

accepting words.

and similar imagined worlds. 

nostalgia is erroneous.

you.

you simply remind me of that.