Whether I am here... Where I breathe
Or there... Where I dream
Or not me... The one you know,
Or you...Whoever you are today:
We were meant to meet and journey in this triangualr web of strangers.
Intricately arranged in a revolutionary twist of kaleidoscope.
Obliviously rushing through each transition...
Phase by phase ablur.
We've missed so much
Deliberately hurrying past that inner child
Who has aged beyond our years
And made residence under the bridge!
Making haste... as we predictably do
Past the urinary stench,
To the scenery behind the four panes at home
We comfort in the sensible chaos of seven eight-hour days
That exist merely to to join, separate, and define
The gods we've assigned in rank.
Along the way...
We may journey back from our own self-inflicted epitome
If all that we have achieved
Can be ballanced, measured or labelled.
Invariably X should lead to " why"
Which unlocks an eternity of theory whose answers hide
somewhere within layers of the inexplicable.
It is a matter of fact...
It is black matter.
An awakening, an unexpected vacation from a soap-sudded monotony.
It is the trip of our lifetime!
Copyright June 2009