Swimming through the universe, one light-year at a time.

Swimming through the universe, one light-year at a time.
NCG 4631 "The Whale Galaxy"

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Plain Geometry

I believe my life to be dull and violent
in the same line, where several
planes of existence converge, congruent
at first, then shift with time.
I do not pretend to understand
these mechanisms of mine:
why I perceive not through eyes
but fluid emotions,
and when the actions of others
no longer resemble familiar dynamics,
I turn to accuse them of malicious intentions
when I am not truly sure,
but more what I feel in the ache, and the burn
of the moment.
I am in ruins.
Alas, I will not fall to despair;
I still see some shred of logic in there
where, the motions of mind, however disjointed
still hold the bearings of such graceful equations.

1 comment:

mathematics said...

how far below the bottom have I gone
you've scented my weakness and devoured the sun
pleading profusely for a chance to shine
in the dark halls of a bitter heart's destruction undefined
how far below the bitterness must I go
to never hate you, one plus one equals zero
bleeding profusely left out of your mind
in the dark salt of a bitter heart's destruction undefined