Inspired by life in Seoul, Republic Of Korea. Dizzying amounts of energy and sad swarms of spirit permeate life in this infamous place. Oh, Seoul, of tantamount joy and torrid pain: I have presence, I have status, I have spirit, oh hear me!
Seoul deconstructed
smoke blows in a backdrafted swirl
through my open window.
forced reality would be folly
reflecting upon yearning ecstacies.
ridiculing static expressions
of contained urges
i am far off in my mind
as the sun paints golden swaths
across the floor.
i have these thoughts:
routine is not condescension
stretched around a fielded barrow
the contents which, when spread
may yield a life half-lived.
happiness, like beauty
is in the mind and eye
of the sensing beholder
and my soul does search
over the rubble of memory
some new-found treasure
searching for constructs
that connect with bliss.
a mysterious human scratch
and blood belie a hunger
unmatched in ceaseless
unabated appetite.
forever we exist
alternating in continua
of survival, desire, and grace
pausing only to think
of the next jaded destination.
what purpose is love
once felt and abandoned
in the strata of remembrances
tethered to our origins of feelings
created, dissipated
and silently awaiting re-discovery.
ever yet do our souls
speak of paradise eternal
and wonder
in wordless rhythms
blowing back from relentless
wandering
invisible in the open air
that is life.
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