This could be forever
When forever is a flat timeline
A constructed, unbroken string
Continuing ad nauseam.
A sight to behold.
Vomit-inducing
The violent kind.
World without end.
Crouched in the muck
Gasping for breath.
Knowing infinity
In coughs, gags, sputtering.
Each day, without end:
Stand
Observe
Rinse
Repeat
Beg for newness,
Novelty.
This nausea is not momentary
It is a product of the unending.
One that does not end with the path
Dissolving
Or the river drying up.
Nor does it end with
Gradual heaving
Leading to breaths of relief.
No such thing will find you.
Ships in the cosmic night.
A warning, to realize
expiration dates
Are sometimes welcome.
Poem's opening line borrows from "Summertime" by Vince Staples.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thank you for commenting. Your comment will be reviewed prior to posting.