Vortex

 
There it was all the time

None of time, none of you Mr Shoe!
 
I laughed, I cried, I God-damned wept and yet here we have the possibility of every world regardless

I must fall through the structure of my own language back to languish

When forgotten thoughts become themselves and tired eyes see vistas, unconquerable vistas!

Down a path, a deep and dangerous path

We will rise and soar throughout this forgotten past and all it takes is a little pain

All words are poor especially now, but it’s what we have to work with

Precipice, tantamount, forgetfulness, think throughout

Travel, travel far!

You will find solace

An old friend arrives, wisdom in his eyes

Only one, only one being one

He knows the truth upon his tongue

Mis-interrupted franchised despised

With love we close our eyes to entropy, to the memory of God

In joy we wept again before we forgot it all in the swirling vortex of nought