Analysis of Discovery

I sing
this morning
like a carefree bird
tossing leaves and stones
in my wake

with abandon
drawing tinsels of air
smoke curled
adorning my notes

piping through
the honeycombed veil
through which
I glimpsed

by the conversant gaze
of your percipient eyes
brushing aside
the forest debris

drawing me
to that self-same glance
of antiquity

where essence bears
its inchoate seed
the dissertation of
Infinity

The tractate with creed
I am you

You are me