OUTER LIMITS


as I have grown older
welding into the space
around me
moulding
this face
this place
I am growing old in
forming my destiny
history
gains impetus
anxious space filling occurs
this place I grow up in
it surrounds
it preserves
and reassembles the yester
a teezing time tester
festering on the yester
has become second nature
or do I mean first nature?
re-adjusting my future
it slips
it slides
my continual compromise
here I am stranded
adapting to the outer
limits which encase me
cannot see cannot see
through my own definitions
those intricate delusions
I lap the sap
lick up the languid haze
swim in an emotional maze
with my droopy lazy ways
with a memory so muzzy
I am mutating in many ways
my myth
inner pith
core of the sore bits
pinkie and poking through
no presto to show
I know we know
we the core and I know
existence is getting shorter
regular and no rejoinder
response for ever smaller
space of which we all conform
gradually losing thy pace
to the ever accelerating
outer limits



(a selection of words that declare an intimate sense of confusion in
relation to life's ending. Time becomes a force, an energy, a god, even
though it has been given a name we have no way of stopping the gradual
slump. Post-humans hide behind the delusion that they have the answer to
life, religion offers sanctuary..politicians offer tax, mediation & social
construct)