Best Poems Written by Ethan Owens

Inconsistent Consistency

 Life, I think, is a bit of a paradox.
Floating through this desolate void devoid of context and explanation, (some might suggest value as well, I suppose); 
I conclude these idiosyncratic murmurings of bothersome almost-people 
Reprimanding my almost-conscience are just a whit of an empty, emaciated white whale of a civilization proclaiming pseudo-camaraderie and disappointing undertakings as suitable solutions for contentedly concluding one’s existence. 
	
Though some perceive fraudulence efficiently, soaring quilled shafts of deceit unavoidably puncture intimate electing properties of our conscious. 
No barricade can shield humanity from himself. 
With living comes a constant quality of inconsistency, 
despite the state of existence itself being incredibly monophonic, 
permeating my formless breath and solid heart like no other experience. 
Well… there is another event I imagine could deliver a pure, unadulterated sensation of intoxicating eternity. 
I will wait for him, peacefully, until he arrives on his sweet, milky steed. 
O dear old friend, deliver me swiftly unto my end, the true undying void.

Copyright © Ethan Owens | Year Posted 2017