time stands still
and I find myself in a void
of endless nothingness
trying to make sense
of the emptiness
that envelops my being:
searching, ruminating, barely stirring.
nothing makes sense
in this endless
when the gremlins
rouse me at three in the morning
my thoughts crash repeatedly
on the shores of my inner lake
to be consumed by a tempest of turmoil
until the muddied waters spit out voices that
unveil the delusions hinged to darkness that surround it.
sometimes, i wish i knew…
if love is all there is
then why its estrangement from humanity
incessantly degraded by the pursuit of the unattainable?
sometimes, I wish, if only I knew….
Sydney, May 2004
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