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10/30/08 - (2)
Disappearance
Despite this Thursday night's frenzied efforts To locate my adrift spirit, Amidst the disparate detritus of dissipated souls, It's failing miserably, as far as I can tell (Missing the proverbial boat, Because of a sinister mist on the cosmic high seas), To fix my position, in history's turbulent backwash.
From my invisible space, The stars in the universe all seem askew, Mixed upside-inside-outside down. They're in full eclipse, Orbiting, through parallaxes, in willy-nilly ellipses. Their pulsating illuminations, from eons before now, Haven't a chance of finding me,
Let alone showing me the way home, Reminding me that my earthly stay is, at best, subliminal, Nothing more or less than a progressive dinner That begins in naked innocence And ends in a gluttonous orgy of decay and dissolution That devours every sacred trace Of the original purpose for God's creative firmament.
But where all this lucubration takes me, leaves me, I don't know, don't even know where to begin. Indeed, I don't even feel compelled to ask myself, What difference does my disappearance, tonight, make, When existence is inessential, anyway, And my life is a nebula of inconsequence? All I can say is "I'm not here...even in spirit."
10/30/08 - (2)
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