SLOW PARAGRAPHS      

 
thousands of years  
are the weight gain  
behind all my unlocked tears  
so long suppressed  
throughout most of my life  
through pressure  
which barely  
stalactite drips out of me  
withheld in unseen pools  
of frozen fear  
cold and safe  
remotely displaced  
exiled so bone deep  
deeply  
within my own  
equally long  
self suppressed  
subconscious  inner darkness  
as i stare down the road  
erased in this mind numbing fog  
where feelings aren t clear  
beyond my feelings  
of so much ongoing  
perpetual loss    
and of my overall  
now decades long  
seemingly never ending  
even more oppressive feelings  
of my collective  greater being s  
feeling so hopelessly lost  
with no way out  
and no believable  
end in sight  
on the unseen  
uncertain  
invisible horizon  
of unforeseeable  
new fears and doubts  
here in my life s  
presently still ongoing  
long  strange journey s  
continued mysterious unfoldings  
so tirelessly  
so mercilessly  
awaiting me  
somewhere unknowable  
still just up ahead  
in seemingly timeless time s  
vast  immeasurable expanse  
as the quarter hours pass  
like slow paragraphs  
under the tired  aching feet  
of all my restless  
nocturnal wondering s  
hopelessly desperate  
existentially futile  
late night  
sleepless wanderings
like this one here tonight
which just like
all the rest
that came and went
before it
has yet once more
now come and gone
in cold  empty
lonesome vain
again