And so - Mon, 18 Oct 2004

And so at the end of the day is there an end of the day?
Can I touch what can't be touched, and feel what can't
be felt and so much?

Caught now in the eye of the hurricane - I do not know.
Caught in a mesh of reality - that is only vaguely real,
I do not know.

I can know headlights, and side streets, and stop
signs and curbs. I can know distance, and absence,
and time moving forward to nothing. I do not wish to move
forward any more.

So the clock advances - and I advance into the
completeness of an oblivion I can not possibly
begin to comprehend. The I becomes shattered to
be so completely lost. It was me - alone that I had
and me alone that I have and breaking through,
this could be really - "the indian war winter of the soul".