A NEED TO WITHDRAW Sometimes I lose myself In changing time flows. I stay at home, Spending time grooming My surroundings, Enjoying the company Of my canine friend, Cut off from the other world. No television. No wireless. My home is my vessel. I have let go of the ropes And drift in a space of my own, I notice the light Changes outside, Marking off the transition From night to day. There are meals to prepare, Mainly for Missy, My appetite having deserted me. Sometimes this indicator Of time Plays tricks on me, Morning and evening Appear the same. I drift into another world. Past, present and future All mixed up. I talk to people from A different time. I hear footsteps. I almost see that which I know cannot be there. The time is right. Why does that word Constantly creep back? And then there was light. And then there was change. And so time was born. Take away time, What remains is the void. Indescribable nothingness. We are clockwork people. We only exist until Our source of power Runs out. We cannot deal with the void. Yet here I am, Creating an artificial world To obtain a glimpse of the void. What am I? Some upstart Creator? Imposter! Arrogant imposter Perhaps, But it is in this realm That I first found my muse. She chose me To sing of other worlds. She introduced me To similar souls And to find some purpose In my existence. Open the windows! Let in the sunlight. Enjoy nature. Enjoy returning To the folds Of the living . My muse and I Have come home.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 22:35:56 +0000
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