Unyielding Inwardness

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Time is placid and fluid now

Yesterday’s midnight till next day’s noon

 

Comes in oval-face questions

That will remain unanswered

 

Like an attraction, not pursued

Out of some bizarre courage

 

To turn away, to ignore

Time’s sleek head does not immerge

 

For the subject is aware

Of the object’s recurrence

 

In timelessness, consciousness

A pink flamingo that remains still

 

The colbat of oblivion can wait

I am alive and yet, on the border

 

Of inner time and spiral space

My molecules will not scatter

 

My atoms will not clump

Though human redundancies

 

Have never been more apparent

Absurd, they do it all over again.