You might be wondering
What oddities rule the clamouring,
What grows in the mind?
What moves in the soul?
What stirs the body?
Impulses, conscience, goose bumps?
But, is it all of it?
Or all of none?
Ruling, scaling, scalding, moulding
millions by day and night’s beholding.
Strange is human behaviour.
Which responds to the odds
with even and even with odd.
This is perhaps the
power of oddities, glimmering
& dousing the mind blank.
Oddities arise, evenness rests.
The night falls as the day beckons.
Have you understood it all?
Or do you feign knowledge.
As you know quintessential whole.
Proud of the wise soul.
It’s funny often how the mind flies.