Roman

Look and You Won’t Find

Desire spires begin in awe
end among chunks of rock

Conspire to let regret
decay before its sources

Respiration guarantees breathing
does not come in vain

Yes, physical processes
beyond doubting belief

But belief and its thoughts
defy easy physics

I am not a mystic
and I don't know

While birth and death
rise and fall, like Rome

Neither life nor history
meets the eye's pattern

I am looking
not finding