The Ambiguity of Feeling
I meander to the void and back
upon the edge of space
I ponder love-struck sunsets
in vortex yaw, twists of fate
reflections in the mirror to ascend
What axiomatic kisses
can undo these chains
to free thee from time’s Möbius loop blame?
Those endless mistakes
monologues in bathroom stalls
wondering when my flame will burn again
Have I made and un-made myself enough
for you to come back?
Somehow I got lost in singularities cold hands
And as the water bubbles and sings
percolating through caliginous beans
I wonder what tomorrow shall bring?
Shall I see the truth in smiles or doubt in tears?
Shall I find meaning in octopi hearts
or death in mortal’s frowning mirrors?
Shall I create with words so fleeting?
Do cosmic expanses rise in blackhole hills,
to feel real as the sound of spring leaves trill?
And when the moment draws nigh
I sip that darkness and settle into,
matters endless meadows, now clear.
© Bradley J Nordell 2020