Simplicity complicated,
in images imagined,
expectations by the
ever moving multifarious,
viewing from varying vantage,
society kaleidoscope,
searching stability.
Ephemeral in the quest,
to engrave,
in the folds of eternal rocks,
on the lines of a statue.
Layers of perceptions crafting,
an image.
Clouds of imagination trapping,
an image.
Kneading innocence into contours,
the clutch of suffocation,
of the self.
Bursts of tears or tempers,
momentary succor,
the knowledge of the complicity,
complicates further.
“Faith” a crutch, to lean on,
and leave it to another imagination,
call it “god”, call it “religion”,
the weight of the “specific” overbearing,
the seas of “abstract”, an ecstatic refuge.
Call it “spiritual”
the refuge to seek, in the despair of the self,
the heavens that instill,
the positive and the good,
the dulling of the senses,
straying in the wild,
the lulling to sleep,
in the arms of the unknown,
the stranger who doesn’t appear, strange,
and had seemed to lurk,on every tear,
of frustration, on every quest,
and every restless.
The stranger in whose arms,
peace comes easy,
the stranger that seems to be,
the self.