THE YEAR OF THE RABBIT

When was it that the start stopped mattering ?

Buried inside a cabinet that files dates of a calendar year

With blurred images on a path of acceptance of incredible 

Blocking words that deign to describe the indescribable 

Does it concern that touch transfers a tingling ?

In random bursts of electricity that randomly cohere

Energy tickled by a concoction of master blended chemicals

Making the air transform the usual into the exceptional

Where does one commence when speaking of whispering ?

Its normal save the unnatural quiet of coincidence that is unclear

Thats probably normal too if it is the right thing to do

Proximity never experienced before beyond explanation medical

Does it freak you that the universe may be conspiring ?

with no plausible explanation for random numbers that appear

A rarity of a connection that rewrites the rules of accidental

Trapped one inside the other scripting an unreadable testimonial