Further Ado

 

 What is the cost of breaking through?

 

Which are the signs of letting go?

 

What does it do to you,

understanding Homo sapiens

as herds of cells and bacteria,

flowing about

with synapses lighting up

like glowworms

on this bewitched rock,

swirling between the stars,

casting shadow plays of morality

and consideration;

the freak side-effects

of an all more complex mix

of molecules,

among which we eagerly locate

our selves,

claiming identities we marvel at

and mistake

for the center of everything;

this fleeting, flowing, fidgety outlook

of matter on itself;

the random effect of the goings-on

of elements

ejected

from supernovas

 

See the sparks

of a piece of flint

being struck,

starting this flare of mind games

on lofty abstraction levels,

out of the raw, cut-throat essence

of the cosmic experiment

which I watch from the bleachers,

waining away;

a mosquito whining

through the back of my room,

these letters slowly fdng awy

t dsppre

nto th dtnce

 

My thoughts are skimming reality,

soon to veer off

into further ado

 

Yes, I know I'm late

for Charon Air,

but I believe I'll get on board

anyhow,

despite the long lines

at Security

 

Something is creeping across the roof,

the tin creaking and crackling

 

but it's just the temperature changes

as summer clouds pass across the sun

 

Something is creeping across my mind, though;

a stray thought

having made a successful jailbreak,

carrying an insight

that has flowered out of order

and appeasement

 

I stare at the plaster

where my wrist watch should be

 

The world gives off a soughing sound,

the sum of all that is and ever was;

a white noise that contains everything,

like colour white contains all colours

 

My body is an estimation,

a summation

of a long-lasting here;

a try for the sun

that strays into endless marshlands;

acid water gurgling 'round my boots,

my eyes full of dreams;

reflections of a backyard youth

in a soap bubble

 

I bleed on my bed linen

in my sleep;

mosquitos having sunk their tubes

into my skin

to suck up my blood,

causing me to smash the winged werewolves,

splashing my blood

all over the sheets

 





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-06-15 at 11:28

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