When Words Fail

I thought I had the handle grasped. Secure. Routine.
No sight too bright of light nor liquid flowing feeling
Could leave me reeling. Concealing more than enough.
Colored clauses and painted phrases to show and share.
Brush strokes and mental mosaics set in personal plaster
Viewed and skewed through each with rightful abandon.
To spy, at last, to feel so vast a maelstrom unexpected
That does cause with fail attempts most feeble and profound,
As though I tried to catch and hold the beams of a sunrise.
But giddy in wonder and wonderfully clumsy in rapture.


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