Victory beyond our senses <br />in the bright congealing light <br />makes nonsense of our thoughts <br />that spill out through the night. <br />A tangled web of words <br />of which we have no control <br />splatter themselves <br />upon the blank pages <br />of our mind for all time. <br />We are captives to our thoughts <br />whether they be right or wrong <br />as they plan to captivate our mind. <br />We can only capitulate <br />under the onslaught they bring, <br />lowering our defences <br />to the power in gifts they bring. <br /> <br />16 July 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tangled-web-of-words/
