the infinite
When I attempt to dip my toes into the stream of the infinite,
I find myself wondering what color, what mood is it.
Is it soft and wet, or cold and barren?
Will it send a chill down my spine like a winter freeze?
Can I hear it flowing gently like a summer breeze?
Will I feel mellow, or ecstatic, and do I enter slowly,
or just jump in all dramatic?
And when it comes near will it have dice in the mirror?
It's just not clear; I seem to be picking up some static.
I can only guess my mind has become fused
to the pace of all these gadgets.
I need a purifier for the brain.
I need the soberness of pain.
I need something
to remind me
of the depths
a single moment
can contain.
I wish it would rain.
~
2011 - 2013