Bewilderment repeats itself
August 14, 2014
An ardent longing for equanimity
spurs caustic nostalgia in minds
as heavy as this sentence:
recursive innate pointlessness.
Choose your own imagination:
A full queue in volatile memory,
new bits coming your way.
All bases loaded by an unworthy opponent,
not a single strike has occurred in years.
A tireless escalator toys with a slinky
that rolls perfectly down its perpetual steps.
Dequeue, home run, roll down –
next, next, next.
I hope one of those fragmented analogies
hit home for you, painted a picture
of souls being pushed and popped
without an end or end –
what a repetitive,
roam just the same:
bewildered at all the aether
time succeeds in dissipating away.