Flickering scenes before my eyes,
myriad channels on display.
From life to life I shift my sight
falling into half-feelings
for each beat the stage can stay
An ever-shifting picture of emotions
plays on the canvas of my heart
and paints a dizzying illusion of motion.
The me in my mind shifts again
to yet another seat to see
and I half-fall, yet again
into another role to be.
“Hold–please–but a moment
this knot of life might come undone
if we but linger and listen
to the unfolding of its song.”
The me, intrigued, gifts a pause
and finally I fall fully
into the deepest blue–
a loss, a future unfilled,
a hope dying, and I begin to see–
But the me–I cannot bear
to feel, to be, so deep, so blue,
so I shift–the me finds a chair
from which view another hue.
the learnings of a half-life past,
the red of rage half-floods
and my loose grip of understanding
is torn away.
And shift, and shift,
and ever confused,
and ever amused,
and ever safe from fathoming
the depths that is me.
by rough waves above,
never quite reaching
down into the sea.