"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Sunday, May 13, 2012

Capitulation of Motivation...

Myself

Capitulation of motivation
Drained desire to move today
Paralysis of body

Held within captivity of minds excursions
To memories and elusive dreams
Cobbled stoned roads walked over
Lands and skies journeyed to - trying to evade and escape
Myself
Being transfixed by desolated choked breath
Uttering words without sound
Muted by pain
Exasperated by anguish
Tossed - turned and tangled in sheets
Nights without sleep
Days without gravity
Floating on clouds of imagination
Not touching the ground of being
Wisps of existential explorations
Unending angst tripping through forests of black holes
Fumbling and falling down rabbit holes
Swallowing pills to be free from the simulacrum

 Myself
Only what is not known is real
The latent tear on a cold cheek
The last ray of light
Night swallowed in silence
The last orgasmic shutter of the world
Releasing all that is hidden
Within and without of reality
Dispassionate disposition to love
Exposed
Myself





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