Another Poem For What Lies Ahead
WHAT REMAINS
My world
A conscious projection
Of an unconscious construction.
I’ve forgotten
How to forget
Now my palace
Is my prison.
Waking, “thrown”
Into a world
I did not create,
Unless with luck,
I find a puzzling key
To the locked palace door.
It is my palace after all.All palaces crumble.
I try to have more and more,
But manage to be less and less.
Having sex,
Not knowing how to make love.
The doing, in my mind
Obscures the being.All palaces crumble.
Being remains.
