Gathering myself together,
leaving off what doesn’t fit.
I set myself up for today,
feeling somewhat adequate.
I step out in the tumbling ether
of a world that I’m caught in,
if I exit through the right one,
which one do I come in?
Am I a particle in motion,
or a wave that’s coming in?
Am I under observation,
interacting with the end?
Engaged with all these systems
in a cloud of my own skin,
am I a single voice in darkness,
or a choir in the din?
Asking
never felt so wrong.
Finding
never felt so right.
Dying
is such a tired cliché.
Never thought I’d ever be alive
like this
and still curious.
Paved the way to Hell;
my good intentions got me here,
but I’m still full of fear and loathing
when I look into the mirror.
If ever morning is a new day
and I’m dying in the night,
might I awake the possibility
of what I once denied?
If I change
how I interact
with reality,
can I change
which reality
I’m in?
Is it all so cut and dried
that we live and then we die,
or is there something in between
that isn’t what we’ve seen?
Maybe I believe.
There are things
that we cannot fathom,
waiting out there
in the darkness
for us to find them.
There’s no question
it’s what’s got us up in arms.
We want
what we can’t have,
so there no way
we’re getting anywhere
without a little pain.
The way that we perceive
the universe,
isn’t how it works.
What we want to be,
is not reality.
Give a little,
get a little.
Ride the wave,
be actual.
Going out and coming in,
we’ll never see
this time again.
Many minds
in many worlds,
don’t hold your head
under the surf,
just ride it out
and ride it in.
no place here,
no position.
We’re only here,
because we perceive
ourselves to be
here.
We could be anywhere.
We could be anything.
We could be everything.
HG – 2017
