of a questionable nature

is a diamond ever 

unapproachable intimacy?

is a whisper ever really 

governed by loudness?

is aroma ever on a leash 

of distance restraint?

does a fragrance ever wait 

for an introduction?

what if looking goes out 

but sight never returns?

what if intimacy exists 

but without the framing sense of embrace?

what if disaster 

never comes to know of itself?

what if lightening 

was never honestly argumentative?

and surge never knew 

of its weight shift involved?

and gravity only knew of its intention 

as an innocence of prayer?

that air can never comprehend 

of itself as breath-occupancy?

that physical substance never become aware 

of sense thievery?

and that thought will never admit 

to its piracy of think?

and that love is all of moving parts 

but nothing of substance or stance?

and that seeing a parade 

is just a perceptual style of looking?

and that self is 

just a set of rules for the gaming?

and that thunder generally mumbles 

in its pronouncements?

and that meaning is just the finish work 

done for spoken words?

that wonder is 

a questionable attempt at summary?

and that touch is in 

a constant negotiation with feel?

that happy can ever override 

the impact of circumstance?

that what is the deal 

is looking for the spread of the confinement?

that risks ever exists 

without forgone approval?

that confines are just the wardrobe options

that awareness offers?

that spillage is 

of what it is where 

that's not supposed to be?

and finally,

that camouflage can be cited 

for appearing to be visually loitering? . . .