Illusions of Order
Conditioned
to respond to
every incidence
in life,
gives us
the illusion
of order,
when in fact
the whole of
our existence
is really totally
randomised.
The structure
we build is like
the invisible
protection
of a car
windscreen,
allowing
us to flow
ever onwards
throughout
elementals
without fear
of impedance,
remaining for
the most part
unseen.
So steadily
the miles can
carry on to
continually
unfold
behind us
as we are
moving
on
along
towards
the tiny rock chip
that has always
been there
waiting
for us,
our whole
life long.
This is the point
where it’s all
goes
oh
so
terribly
wrong.
The moment
where it fractures
is upon us
in the blinking
of an eye.
Realities
a crystal glass
that’s shattered,
as time
just ceases
to flow
on.
Bye.
I am not a silent poet 