Wild Dark

The wild dark of intuition, the wild
light of intuition, unwilled dapple
of intuition in shifting breeze of mind,
the unwilled contrariness of deep doubt

thought and feeling both are implausible 
and equally implacable, the parade
of image unflagging, some more astute,
but each laying claim to scarce attention

there is no notation for all this
coming and going, speeding and slowing,
never knowing ideal that is out of reach,
cherished in the allegiance of belief

I cannot lay bare the sere barrenness 
of effort to go somewhere I can grasp