Poem: Impossible

 

Impossible

 

verging on the essence

of whatever it was i was not expecting,

there came no abyss or light,

no consequence,

only apprehension.

 

behind lay billions

of permutations of the familiar

and countless attempts to dance.

it had been a creative, callous, brutal maze,

one whose keys, sharp yet hazy,

continued to tantalize and hide,

all of it orchestrated, this existence,

by death, birth, pleasure, pain

and much later

these extreme offspring

of my most expressive thoughts.

 

maybe i was now able to face

what i was

far better than before,

beyond the prisons and heavens,

these lenses,

of this world, this cosmos,

no matter the joy and despair

of imagination.

 

and so i waited,

until, suddenly, just then,

i realized it was impossible to wait.

 

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6/16/25 ... "maze" replaces "frame"