Nostalgia-pain is due, but
Having hosted revenge-hate
I feel surprise-relieved
At change’s buoyant state
Deep breathing and plyometrics
Aid this process from slipping
Into self-harming and despair
As enlightenment encroaches
As a final blow is due
The graceful coup de grâce
Is but a second milestone
Making today a fulcrum
A pivot to the future
Amid echoes from the past
Reminding me of failure
In its multitudinous forms.
Bridges have been burned
And precious does it feel
No going back here-now
Boding well for the future
Fears are quashed by waves
In the loud light of day
And gravity’s grip releases
Upon first due notice
The pre-emptive attempt
To unravel knots of confusion
Use words to explain why
A feeling rarely occurs
Just spot that chance
Spark a chain reaction
A complex of procedures
Inherently harmonising
Avoiding the worst
Establishing contingencies
Keeping life on pathways
Amid the shifting of sands
We stop digging down
Place a mask on reality
Begin proceeding to progress
Nodding reverently to error
Mistakes induce it
Practice annuls it
Determination impairs it
And the list goes on.
Time is an extrapolation
A guide to the achievable
Spewing from the navel
Lifelong perpetual extrusions
Progress dresses in exponents
As populations swell the ranks
Of aqueous sacs of synapses
Each ensconced in personal space
Except we’re über contiguous
Interlocking into our tesseracts
Horse-trading dilation devices
Ignoring cellular growth patterns
What change outside alludes
To stagnant surroundings
New neurones echo errors
Unawareness extends endless
Integrated into this filter
Mixed with promises of respite
Are actions seen precisely
And life drawn out slowly
My grand unifying theory
Of everything
Is everything
But that
Doesn’t stop me
Pursuing enigmas
Saying to myself
It’s probably already
Out there
In some form of overlooked
Manifesto for living
That in any case
Bears cultural hallmarks
Exempting it from status
Universal necessary
That in any case
Out-endures history books
Rewritten to update
Antiquated ideas
Of who killed who
The cycle repeats
Meaning time has come
Factors remain suspended
So fate will reoccur.
Making the right call
The eternal dilemma
Instincts battle logic
The environment intervenes
Choosing wrong affects
The chances of being right
Next time around
The backdrop evolves
Take a late encounter
At a taxi stand
Will she, won’t she
Consequences multiply
Watching myself
Being watched
Forming opinions
That might not exist
In her mind
Chances are
As things are
Fate will reoccur.
villemél 