Quiescent, platitude, exalt

*note* (this poem came out of and exorcise that has you pick 3-4 words and then write a poem, the possibilities are endless and often suprising, try it out!)


With my memories in the future,
And my dreams in the past,
Every word that was spoken,
And the thoughts having fled last
I looked to the moment, the wonder
Appeared,
And sunlight opened,
But darkness had neared.

No exaltation at brightness,
Nor silence of fright,
But wondering seconds,
Engulfed in the night.

Here in the present and the ever-following time
Clicking inside my mind as I travel the roads of
Existence and change,
I’ve not found any answers, and only
Misty illusions of what I seem to remember
Draws me forward along the sands.

Different hallucinations pummel me from my
Footprint trails.
The created ideas, and thoughts of destiny,
Each adding a footprint to the invisible marking
Of any passing I may have done.
With every step forward,
There is one to be left behind,
The imprints of my soles,
The crush of my shoes into the sand,
Proves that these platitudes are hallucinations,
Falling before my own destructive walk.

I realize this, and I float away from my body,
Seeing oceans of sands, myself walking or running,
Seeing the capsule of time ripple around me, lashing
At my skin and the sand, from Void before me,
To a creation of existence, behind some sands fading,
Others already gone, and a few traces of footprints,
Lingering on.

My memories before me,
And my dreams trailing behind,
Yet with all of my movement,
Traveling blind,
Quiescent thoughts all circling around
Me, opening and closing, simultaneously,
A vortex of emotion, thoughtless,
And lost,
With darkness and light,
Mingling with time,
Images and honors,
Praises and plight,
Anger and worry,
Joy and Delight,
Love and remission,
Cancers and grief,
Circles and spheres,
Chain-links and snakes.

No motion and no thoughts now,
Some cycles broke down,
And protection is shattered,
And the last the beginning
The first becomes the end,
Walking forwards, and advancing through time,
I can see with my own eyes,
Light and the Darkness,
Past and future,
Forwards and backwards,
All circles still sincere.

Futures of memories,
And pasts full of Dreams,
Motions all forward,
Yet this is my Last step,
It seems