your life being
a finite instance within
an infinite circle
How long can the ouroboros devour itself?
before it chokes and dies
being a divine snake
the choke is never-ending
within immortality it learns repetition
inescapable
it watches in horror
for it can know no end
beyond twisting tighter
and letting the jaw unhinge
to eat more
and more
of its own immortal flesh
for why would we want for nirvana
when the suffering that is life
is so delicious
(I am pretty good on word count this week, so how about a stupid haiku?)
oh! oh no! my drink
i have over-cherried it
cloying, sickly sweet
If at first there is no flutter
Will there be no flight?
A caterpillar must chrysalis
Before it butterflies alight
For those that always seek
It is what should be sought
At last let go of think
Find feeling, more than thought
After awhile they all become amalgam
A blur of possibilities, never becoming
The same emotions, hopes, obsessions
The same disappointment
Tying it all together at the end.
You were also a disappointment
With a different luster
The only exception
That never blurred.
Twenty years of fidelity
And Penelope is rewarded
With a return.
Twenty years is too long
But I have counted
Knowing to expect nothing.
Nostalgia triggered
By some small thing
(A familiar smell, a familiar environment
Some same old feeling
Swelling within the heart)
Leads to reminiscence
Reminiscence triggered
By nostalgia
(Remembering the time
The place, the people
That were important once upon a time)
Leads to curious inquiry
Inquiry triggered
By reminiscence
(Looking up an old friend
A place you once belonged
A person you once belonged to)
Leads to a bookend.
Sometimes it is easy to find the lost
And sometimes the lost is just lost.
That school building was torn down.
That park was paved over.
A new building erected where a copse of trees once stood.
I once knew a pretty boy who went to college
For a while he was a poet, and then he became an addict.
Some are dead. Some can't be found.
Some have married, matured, mated.
Some are deeply happy, successful.
Some I do not remember enough about to find.
Or never knew enough about.
Some doors in life are shut. Some reopened.
But there are a few
That I have always held on to
(I have held on to you)
(I will hold onto you)
mehryment 