You Might Ask Yourself Why
Perpendicular to the day and the
horizon looks no nearer than the day
before a yesterday,
am I moving
or is this spinning just a symptom of
something my mind can't touch upon?
If looking inward is the answer and the universe
spreads before me is this darkness just a sea that I can't see?
when I drop and swallow atoms is it stardust that flows through me
and are light years truly lighter than the years I carry with me?
It's a circuit and I'm shorting
getting caught in the minutiae
where eventuality and I will
meet head on.
The time lapses delay me on the way
to self discovery,
but the spark flies ever upward
perpendicular to the day.
Copyright © John Smallshaw | Year Posted 2018
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