The Days Flow Away…
The days flow away & through me; body submerged completely in the river, where the light bends & quivers bringing with it a vision, a form of seeing beyond deceiving perception, & choosing not just appearance, but essence:
the nothingness
which only seems to have being.
& as such
is not so much a nothingness as the presence of an absence:
that which lives in me is only a dream.
The tragedy lies only in what I cannot describe:
the rest is a beautiful, hideous mess.
The rest
is life.