possibility

EMPTY BOX

Empty Box

An empty box is filled with possibility, and nothing less.

NOVEL DISTRACTIONS

“In a novel world, man would simply wake non-committally, stroll vicariously through a perfect day, learn nothing knowing everything, and melt into an active slumber of taboo regard. Pleasantries aside, one should move on from parastillness and obscene milestones of excellence, and be afraid at times of what lies ahead, knowing without knowing why that it will all end in the finality and loneliness of an ever untimely demise, but resume once more with an abundance of possibilities; each new direction scattered like confetti across another bridge between dreams.”

THOUGHT #449

There is no end to an imagination of creative possibility.

A TIMELESS WAIT IN MADNESS

Your sweet promise coats me like a varnish
wrapping my sticky desires
in an airless, human
skin-tight vault

Fatally sealed, this
timeless wait in madness, this
paused intent of craftsmanship
–
one un-stepped frozen foot ahead
–
contains me like a parasite and
I, far from drowning
hibernate within

Eons of time bereft of touch
pass me (imprisoned) by
but
wide awake, alone, insane
inside this vacuumed husk, I
quench my heart
– reflection –
while my hunger
(still unfed)
provides the popcorn
and the trailers
to the feature film
that scratches at my
fading, timeless
statuesque, and stunted soul

I wait (believing)
baited and entombed
for the next civilisation to unbury me
and
recreate a reason for my being here
that parallels an excuse
for their own