Volume 33, Article 14, Section 108b

I think that I don't know.

Life

Not space

Is the final frontier

Search...explore...travel

Then do it all again

When the end is reached

A new door is found

Opened

Opened to a vast new something

Disorderly

Thrown about

With no physical restraints

There are no categories

            No sub categories

Everything is miscellaneous

Life is a mess

         We

        Live

       Under

26 hours a day

We work

We play

We eat

We wave at sleep

We multitask

Not because we want to

Not because we can

Because we have to

But for what?

Who?

What?

Where?

When?

And maybe how

We tell others who we think they are

Who they should be

Who are we?

A whole life

            Speeds

                      By

                                Us

At the end

People say who we are

We can’t put in a word

Because

We don’t know

What to say

We have nothing

To say

Life is based

On basic assumptions

Basic assumptions

Are based on us

We are based on we

On us

But we’re unknown

We’re miscellaneous

So we must think

And rethink

And create

And live.

Reviews

[Travis Lawrence]

"And you try to find your way out of that maze of memory, it all sort of looks familiar then you get up close and it's different clearly, and each time you turn a corner, you're right back where you were, and the only way of getting back is to make a door appear" -- Connor Oberst

Reminded me of this, a Bright Eyes song. I think about all this stuff, too, you aren't alone. Isn't it all madness sometimes?

[Mavis Bard]

The non-linear style to this poem is really sweet. I'm under the impression that the title alludes to the fact that miscellaneous things are likewise categorized in the subject called 'life'. Really cool poem. I like it a lot. One of my favorites of yours.