Traveler

Abstract, postmodern, spiritual

The complexity multiplies forever
And the question "who am I" goes unfulfilled

Down by
The wayside of dreams
Love exists
In its infinity

Buried beneath tongues
Desperate for a share
Hear the hum in your voice
(Louder than your words)
Buried there, somewhere
In time it stops forever
Buried beneath machines

Feeling myself assimilate
Into (part of) the thing itself
Erudite—I’ve learned the words
Changing, losing culture
Changing, losing vitality
Lost like a traveler
In oceans of foreign matter
(Lost like a traveler)

My nature is an unbroken tissue of words and signs, of accounts and characters and forms

Parts of the whole only seem separate when they are represented and ordered
The splitting off of language from nature creates the possibility of ordering it

I keep ordering myself
Keep absorbing myself
Rejecting the whole
For the parts

Reviews

[Butterflymom]

Wow, this is a wonderful piece with an awesome sentiment. This was very well written!