Absolutes of internal isolation
obtuse emerging spatial relations,
convergences committed to seeking why
cannot get through to the other side.
Catastrophic analysis
brings no peace, only frustration.

Absolutes, there are some, and none,
blatant, pursuing, unconsciously felt,
non-eternity cored, we yo-yo and yaw,
emotions and feelings rule human sense
of actively seeking a life undead.
Catatonic obscurity
spreads its demise, an aberration.

Absolutes constitute infirmity,
inflexibility revises the universe
with fragile might, crushed by weight
of emotional fright, dynamics scream
and feed on dreams, ideals demeaned.
Cumulative obstructions change flight,
absolves fleeing wile to...disconnect.

Absolutes afflict time, paradise is mimed,
though questioned through infinity,
drifting beyond vicinity, destination unknown.
Still, better being aware of cognizance.
Combined anxieties evolve reactions.
As a counterpoint, a lust for knowledge,
at least, says that we are here, erect-ed.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 12/19/03