i'm spinning
chaotically in a giant
opiate drenched spiral barreling
away into oblivion and i want to fly off
this rock and splash into a star sending cosmic words
and marvelous pictures spinning forth in eternal directions
but i find that i'm nothing more than a speck of dust in
a vast, decaying wasteland of grassless dirt and
i find that worse, the earth is just
a speck and that i may be
nothing more than
a particle or
less
as time goes on
energy increases with
dazed delight and the joyous
ability to do anything like find
love night and day, march away to
dreamland with the woman of my choice in
a crazy rant of mythic proportions to a chemical rave
of mega vibrations and eternity implodes into one smooth diamond
and sudden unwarranted weariness sets in smack to the ground and
below into the depths of the lowest state of man where we ask
why and wonder about purpose and find that there is none
in the fading light of humanity that has been relit
so many times but never seems to brighten
and disintegrates away pointlessly
into an infinite hopeless
neverend
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