Poems

Now, I worry about future.
Now, I am lost in past regrets.

There is the oncoming,
Now it is the gone.

Herenow, I float
Along unfolding reality.

Herenow, my toes and thoughts
Have always been.

With every moment forward,
We embed into nature.

The environment: “my” boundary.
I experience only my pipeline,

Tunneling through the world,
Grasping at light’s end fails.

My tube collapses in rear view.
Unmoving, it inverts.

Its walls, my only experience.
Yours is distinct.

Like noodles, we slide
Along one another,
Sharing the same plate.

Can there exist a Nihilist,
believing in nothing?

Is it possible to be an individual,
Capable of believing anything?

Does a being manifest
To believe in nothing?

Perhaps one has never existed
To be capable of belief!

Blobs of neurons fire in a sea.
Briefly, a Nihilist arises.

I pinned a category on myself.
I must fully be that.

I declare,
“Look how much I am that!”

Soon, I am something else,
Along a new trajectory.

Bathing in murkiness,
without definition,
I swim in a present.

Nature wears no words.
They are unique to humanmind.

Ecosystems are not sentences.
Brains and mouths make them.

Paragraphs, unique to homo Sapiens
Our noise-scribbles are unreality.

Applying word laws,
We inhabit fake prisons.

Words are dots, lines, and curves,
Meanings from shapes.

Noises emanate from our squiggles.
We hurl them back and forth.

Along pretend connections,
They merge and morph.

You affix your own labels
Then suffer from them!

Can you perceive your word prison
And unshackle your definitions?