I can see,
but I can't see.
where see is in the big picture
that I'm looking out at.
and there are things out there
and my naming doesn't catch up with the imaging.
there is a stampede of named things coming this way.
I have an inner dialogue about it
but that does not match my physical actions.
we are at different rhythms and timing.
I watch as myself watching a self as me.
am I making any sense?
I am trying to stick to my words.
there is more going on simultaneously
but I can only speak it
as if one thing at a time.
my vision sees more but speech only says
what focus delivers
and even that keeps shifting faster than recognition.
nothing's really rushing around
but my somehow sensory reception is jumbled.
it's like I have a conveyor belt in here,
where there should be a juggler,
a small flash light on,
where there should be a floodlight blazing,
and a director of myself
who decides who of me speaks next,
for me to effectively listen and respond.
I am standing at a bus-stop
and planes are landing all around.
I seem to think it is raining
and it's a confetti celebration
but I can't hear the sound in a timing way.
did I wake up in a dream-state
or am I awake in my dream.
neither presents as reasonable.
are my words making order to understand?
I seem to be a person inside my person,
like living through myself
but as a different self.
I am not so attached to my habits
yet they go on without me, I guess.
I'm afloat inside the ship of me,
on a sea in a bottle that I am holding upright.
there is some part of me, yet to announce,
but it wants to christen the ship of me,
with this bottle of me
and yet they don't quite meet.
I don't seem to know of the ceremony of passage
that makes that happen.
I am not saying sanity is in question,
but certainly deliverance is the call.
I seem to have lost outer worldliness
and yet it attempts to intercede.
so, as you can well imagine
this gives me a lot to think about.
so, you?
what about you?
what do you have to say?
No comments:
Post a Comment