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Myriad Mirage

Posted to Action Poetry




The myriad mirage of man
moans hollow about mortality
and the absence of continuum
even though his face
is shifting sand

and the self dies
in such constitutional moments
to be re-materialised in new meat
for new doubts and torments
to be played out

And the meat is shifting sand,
dynamic, nomadic and alterable
homeless, foundered upon the artists hand
the sculptor of neo-selves
the cycle of the immutable

Provider of moments eternal,
to lose once more what we never had,
an identity, foundations
amid the quicksand of time
and a million unsaids.

This moment is mine even though it is my last...i shall return as a more refined creation, a self-creation, an artistic genocide of the center called NAME.