Cogent

I think right now

What really rends

In the end

Isn’t decay

Or disease

Or tragic events

But more so

A failure to

See light ahead

And a purpose

To continue

Against all logic

A tenuous existence

So beautiful and frail

Horrible in its gravity

Never knowing the truth

Ergonomic

Woke today

From a circadian call

To walk across

Light that isn’t

There at all

Or if it is

None can say

Except the night

That matters most

And activates the day

So which is the up

The down the side

Where is north

Or even south

On this tragicomic ride

Where ebb and flow

Are all one tide…

Thought the code

Had been cracked

But it just

Went on forever

In the fulsome vacuum

So light can speed

By the place

Where E = mcEscher

Summoning

I’m trying to get back

To a place I’ve never been

Except in my mind’s eye

From a long forgotten dream

Where waters flow so slowly

Leaving silt for bare subsistence

Feeding gardens marking boldly

Bright paths of faint resistance

Where food grows only wildly

In every niche and nook

Yielding bounties always timely

Giving back more than they took

Where air recycles purely

Filling hearts and lungs with ease

Breathing justice strong and surely

Shining harbingers of peace

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NOTE: Splicing together three short verses from different moments (2019-2022), reflecting recurring themes in my scribblings; the progression from awareness to ambiguity to aspiration is more cyclical than linear here, more reflexive than reified, as in I think therefore I am therefore I think… on and on.