UNTITLED #1

UNTITLED #1

All day long we use words
permeated, enveloped, castrated by words
prisoned, pained, pining for rest, for comfort
yet decay sets in, sits us down, holds us
smothers us and yes, finally we move no more

restored and reborn and reawakened and
to eternal life
really, the same life we thought was lost
and really not any more blissful than
that one or that one or
that other one that we once
even envied

see it now for what it is
just illusion piled on top of illusion
with a foundation flimsy, foolish,
of metaphor
nothing under that,
nothing, unless you think
nothing is something

knowing or pretending or at least
knowing you don't know and finding
a foundation of ignorance is
a comfort

humbled at last and able to
see truth at last of thrills
without seeking them, just
pouring like rain like tears like love
like god