Tenor and Vehicle (poem)

[pigshitpoet]

As is the world on the banks of catastrophe,
So is the mind of man on the brinks;
Faith lies waste as obstacles disintegrate
Obsolete as any antique map.
The vastness of the world’s edges has only the fringe
To suggest the frightening vulnerability
Of the most limitless emptiness…
The empty shore fiddled round in a massive score of cloud,
And looking out on the vastness of the infinite ocean,
Am solely drawn within to myself;
Great emphasis of how small I am
In comparison to a changing world,
A sense of encircling without losing my
Naked self to the elements, human being,
Without any clothing, change in the waters
Overwhelmed by vast sea, reaching for higher ground
I stumble in my thoughts, mumble around
The moon fell asleep on the sheets of the waters
Their wrinkles increase, build with threatening gestures of
Waves which relentlessly erode at the shores
Of our consciousness, for without conscience
Nothing would matter, because matter doesn’t matter anyway,
Here scores of eons, layers of histories, in time
On the brink of pleasure or pain of becoming here now.
Shift happens. …Change in the weather, change altogether,
Suddenly it grows cold, as pointless I feel, I am growing old
To the point of extinction, by each waning breath,
As the moon sets and all recollection vanishes,
Where darkness is opposed to life, to forms and intelligence
We cease to exist. ~psp



High Tide...

And from time to time, we see glimmers of sunshine

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