Disappearance
Despite this Thursday night's frenzied efforts
To locate my adrift spirit,
Amidst the disparate detritus of dissipated souls,
It's failing miserably, as far as I can tell
(Missing the proverbial boat,
Because of a sinister mist on the cosmic high seas),
To fix my position, in history's turbulent backwash.
From my invisible space,
The stars in the universe all seem askew,
Mixed upside-inside-outside down.
They're in full eclipse,
Orbiting, through parallaxes, in willy-nilly ellipses.
Their pulsating illuminations, from eons before now,
Haven't a chance of finding me,
Let alone showing me the way home,
Reminding me that my earthly stay is, at best, subliminal,
Nothing more or less than a progressive dinner
That begins in naked innocence
And ends in a gluttonous orgy of decay and dissolution
That devours every sacred trace
Of the original purpose for God's creative firmament.
But where all this lucubration takes me, leaves me,
I don't know, don't even know where to begin.
Indeed, I don't even feel compelled to ask myself,
What difference does my disappearance, tonight, make,
When existence is inessential, anyway,
And my life is a nebula of inconsequence?
All I can say is "I'm not here...even in spirit."
10/30/08 - (2)
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