apogee

unbeknownst
to all
but us
a secrete
kept in the corners
of our smiles

tried
have we
to explicate
to one,
or to many,
how it is
we came to be
as such
yet no string
of vocabulary
could extrapolate
the metaphysical
grandeur
we are

even
a poem such as this
is but a blemish
upon our
indefectibility

heterodynemind
Love this, and love Sad Sara's comment. There is sort of a conjunction, here of unspeakable things trying to be born on our tongues or something.

stephen
calling a smile a smile is unjust. great poem

Pendemic
Well penned with much food for thought.

MoonBee
This Poem Has Such Beautiful Conscionsness In Addressing The Ageless Pondering: Who & What Are We? ... With Rhythmic Eloquence and Savy Notions, Completing The Point ... (I can see this being read at a poem-coffee-house ... What Atmosphere! ... MoonBee