Only the way it alone knows how to know

A severed milieu

that I am not used to in lieu of

what I used to presume

about things

the way I only could presume

is exacting, intriguing

and yet

so inconsequential

why?

why would it have to be that anything and everything

should have a certain connotation and texture

as insinuated by the minds

of gone forever in due measure 

why?

a thing that can leap time and space

and pass through the vortex

where even the light would falter

is binded by the extremities of definitions

as illustrated by the minds of gone forever 

arguing that its for its own sake

in fact just incase

which sounds so stupid and meaningless

even then they say

just in case

why?

how verve the color's may be

they fade through eventually

even the add on textures

do lose their verdure

and yet the ways of minds of gone forever

have sustained and they still endure

why?

sensing a meaningless

parody in all this

I remembered the fortitude

of the words that I had read long time ago

which had it in them

the ardor my heart alone could know

only the way it alone knows how to know ...