Brimming disregard of
reality has me existing in fantasy, a fantasy of my own making, want and will.
I do not want to be here in this place.
Where do you want to be, it asks.
Wherever there is peace.
And where do you think that is, it asks.
I do not know for I have not found it yet.
Trust your heart and mind, it asks.
Not yet… well, partially. Sometimes. Almost never though.
It has no response.
I do not want to be here in this place.
Where do you want to be, it asks.
Wherever there is peace.
And where do you think that is, it asks.
I do not know for I have not found it yet.
Trust your heart and mind, it asks.
Not yet… well, partially. Sometimes. Almost never though.
It has no response.
I ponder the meaning
while it reflects.
There is no meaning.
Although I believe this at heart, I will never mention it to them. For they would not understand.
They would call me a negative minded individual, bent only on his own hatred.
No, I might say, I am merely a realist being real.
There is no meaning.
Although I believe this at heart, I will never mention it to them. For they would not understand.
They would call me a negative minded individual, bent only on his own hatred.
No, I might say, I am merely a realist being real.
Have you found it
yet, it asks.
What.
The meaning of it all, it asks.
Not quite yet. I’ve hardly any time to think, any time to reflect.
Isn’t that the point, it asks.
What.
Time, it asks.
I do not understand. I cannot comprehend. What do you mean.
What.
The meaning of it all, it asks.
Not quite yet. I’ve hardly any time to think, any time to reflect.
Isn’t that the point, it asks.
What.
Time, it asks.
I do not understand. I cannot comprehend. What do you mean.
Silence.
It does not answer me. It is still with a slight crooked smile, staring, waiting for me to understand.
It does not answer me. It is still with a slight crooked smile, staring, waiting for me to understand.
I will not give into
it though.
I will not allow it to prove correct.
I will not allow it to prove correct.
There is a hope in
this place though. There is something
that I have not seen yet I feel so distinctly.
I cannot remember since I felt this peace last.
It’s been a long while, that is all I really know.
I cannot remember since I felt this peace last.
It’s been a long while, that is all I really know.
Thirteen days,
thirteen days, thirteen days.
Do they know, it
asks.
Who.
Who.
With no reply, it
points to the insurmountable horizon.
I do not understand.
What or whom are you pointing.
What or whom are you pointing.
Without lowering its
still-steady hand, and without turning its glance away from the slowly rising
sun.
Speak to me!
Speak to me!
It is silent.
I demand to know!
It turns to face me.
I shudder.
But then peace seeps in.
I feel the warmth of the cascading rays hitting the side of my face.
I shudder.
But then peace seeps in.
I feel the warmth of the cascading rays hitting the side of my face.
I turn ambivalently
to take in what my body is so excited to feel.
As I turn to look, the brightness overcomes me.
As I turn to look, the brightness overcomes me.
It overcomes me.
Thirteen days I
mutter under my breath.
Those beautiful, damned, thirteen days.
-
MR,
1/22/10
Those beautiful, damned, thirteen days.
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