Not Yet Complete

I am in love
with an idea I have not yet
experienced.

The chemicals have yet to
congeal around my brain.

This idea has shown many
faces to me.
Each mask is more
frightening
than the next, more
exciting
than the one before.

I love it, but
hate it.

The frustration is there,
the want,
the pain,
the need,

it's there.

I am only human and
still so fascinated.

Can I truly describe
that which I do not know?

Perhaps
not.

I can only pen words
patiently
until the path jerks beneath me,
sending that something my way.

[ SJM ]