untitled: stumbling… (poem)
Nov 28th, 2009 by Norman
stumbling in the truth of wine
I see this ocean and these islands
oceans of space
vast around the eyelet
people
isolates
cold currents separate
these illusory beings.
we are illusion
not concrete
these concretions of stumbling startling feelings.
flux
catch me a concept
show me it is more than a tune
an air
and yet and yet
perhaps we’re all there is
this cinema
this light upon a screen
there’s no more than these
illusory islands
swimming in bliss
swimming in fear
confusion and clarity and ennui
stones in a muddy field
a puddle of twigs and leaves
the almost truths
ghost wanderings
in the cool of our isolation
of our illusory meaning
spirits clinging to a name
truth in wines confusion
looking for an ending
or a meaning
or a name
a drunkard’s ramble
gone before he came
