Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

darker
and darker still
light at the end of...
tell me how,
each day closer
the things you love
the things you hate
dad, mom
it doesn't make any difference
here, gone
like it never happened
do you understand me?
like it never even happened
and all your machinations
the poetic scramble
the shelved immortality
it makes me laugh i guess
lofty heights from the marble
oxidized, nitrogen fixed
noble gasses
lighter than air
like it didn't even happen
even if it did

It must have happened, or else,
or else none of this stuff would exist,
not even in a blip in which it all mattered,
which it did for awhile, until it realized,
it all would soon be as if it
never happened,
which it did,
of course.
It had to.

"lofty heights from the marble"

Gawd, I love that line...it just brings it all together. Great read.
H

awesome poem, constantine

...all the more reason to make every moment count now, while it does make a difference & before you're back to "it never happened" (but it did you just don't remember it) and you get to do it all over again. yes?

we are but a monument to our experiences, sculpted by our determination to keep breathing, by our desire to connect the dots...
a fine journey to consider my friend.....well done, dino

thanks so much for your kind and encouraging replies.

We are but dust motes suspended for a moment in infinity. Really awesome poem Constantine.

John