spirit

through shafts of sunlight
i see galaxies of dust
and inhabitants.

millions of ways
to fritter my life away.
and still bored to tears.

in the black emptiness
where the light dances
unhidden but unseen
i glimpse god’s faces.

in the expanding sigh
from the questioning why
the cold inaudible wall
makes me infinitesimally small.

the time it takes space
and the echoing space between time
a finger stirring smoke
gods’ reigns on my yoke
is my life truly bespoke?

the black sea of infinity
amongst little pricks of light.
glimpsing other life at night
or the ironic sisyphean plight?

falling into turbulent questioning seas
wondering am i truly me
for into this darkness i cannot see
but fearing monsters i flee

i flea.

sitting so squarely
a furry living buddha.
patience of the saints.

the green grass of home
is where i long to frolic.
you expected roam.

an erdos number
nor epsilon i don’t have.
but i count to five.