an appearance demands
a physicality, whose balance
both demands and exudes purpose
and the stage is salty wet with lamentations, curses,
the unfairness of it all
the choppy swell
of the level playing field drowning
in its own tears
the hopes, the aspirations of this single chance
and all its borrowed abundance.
no choice, out of nothing but no choice.
creatures of the moment, trapped in a brief instant,
prised out of the enormous enormity,
no purpose here
no selected team today
to complete the mindless relay
under starter's orders we writhe,
crawl, totter, walk, amble, run
blindly leading the blind
with erudite emptiness
and learn-ed philosophy to ease the pain
whose balance still
both demands, seeks and manifests purpose
on the slippery stage.
as we tire, urgently breasting the end tape,
we writhe once more in pain
lamenting the loss and counting the gain,
ship the oars and unfairly drift
at the mercy of the fading dream.
some life! some death!
a transient nothingness disappearing,
the parting waters departing
with the drowned, whose wet memories merge
merge and are lost
into some vast ocean which knows no depth
and flows into itself
over and over
and never knows the pain
of the tears
which are its eternal spring.
such sick physicality appears --
endlessly appears --
and just as endlessly
for life and death are one
5 April 2009