I have learned to live in chaos,

become friends with demons of the past,

live in parallel to afflictions.

The inevitable vaporization into dust never absent from mind.

Despite this, consistently finding time to unwind,

with limitations on the extent to which I permit the tape of time to rewind.

Reviewing with the intent to extract and dispose, mindful of the risk of becoming consumed in the inner footage of the past – that which has already both lived and died on the plane of experience.

Oh, how mysterious to lie within the realm of existence, continuously living and dying while nevertheless attempting to strive with some forward motion.

To live at the tip of the spear

while also the one wielding the shaft.

How long does it take for new leaves to graft?

To struggle and grow, and to desire to know – about what?

only the keepers of time truly know…

But to wonder and to dream; to allow one’s imagination to attempt and to glean a glimpse of life still unactualized.

Maybe it’s fantasies that make these unknowns seem attainable, or inner yearnings making these future experiences seem almost close enough to grasp…

Alas, only the course of time will reveal.

Between then and now will certainly be another meal, a novel feel, questions about what is real, before another repetition to the place of slumber; to rest and reset for another rotation of the sun’s wheel.

The last paragraph of this poem was used via NightCafe Creator, an AI art generator, to create the top image. You can view more of my collection here.