Saturday, December 4, 2010

Falling Apart

Businesses
Cars
Relationships
Dreams
Expectations
Like ice floes melting in dirty grey water
With tired tracks embedded in the ice
I grab at big chunks of ice
Trying to hold together
Melting illusions.
But they elude my grasp
My hand emerges
Freezing and empty
Why? has been silenced
In me a long time ago.
The question I constantly ask
Is What? What next?
What should I do next?
How should I be next?
I can handle the next small correction.
I cannot handle the tidal wave
Of false projection
Which the world is swept up by.
Ten years of shocks have
Made me tranquil
In the midst of danger
But too much tranquility
Is numbing
Is unreal.
The Chalice that I hold
Steady through
These shocks
Is One that cuts Illusion
To the Core.
Course Correction.
Steady hand
Steady heart
I play my part
The aim and the Object
Of my life
Is X-Pan-sion

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