write what you aren't sure about

the nebulous quality you're feeling
may add richness
to an already heady brew of words

what appears to be
a random dance of angel words,
is actually a thought out procession

of dots and dashes, and washed up slashes
winter seabirds winging like grace notes
on the clean lines of an eastern seaboard

a coast of rocky soil, algae, pine needle
nautilus, salty sea--blue stone paths
connecting like neurons firing, free

your verse-- as part of the collective unconscious
(according to Jung) -- is a gilded spoke(n) word--
within a massive wheel of our universal language