Chaos
Sunday, April 5, 2020
In the midst of chaos I reside,
a distant observer to my own life.
I am in a thought-created vessel,
drifting this calm, endless sea.
My oarsmen row in silence,
their voices swallowed by the abyss.
I stand expressionless at the bow,
staring at the shimmering reflection
of this starlit sky.
Every time I close my eyes,
whole worlds flicker past—
deserts, mountains, lush green plains,
life at its apex, all unseen
in the waking hours.
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