What Not

Drifting with eternity’s singular solitude

ideas collided into fire then coalesced

one moment trespassed into form

where once upon an errant time

eyes would behold what is

dreams could conceive

that what may be

shore of sea

and in life

life learned to speak

calling across space left behind

around and in front of now

there was wonderment

cold empty confusion

ideas reversed shape

in mirrors of others

convictions were

uncertain

no one sure

as they must pretend

yet many would not look in

admit their own questions

unable to stomach these

these greater truths;

as to what became,

why what was left,

and what began,

and especially,

what was not.

About these ads