Ab ovo

Wonderful illusions
Perfect delusions
Happy confusions
Simple fusions
Blatant contusions
Summary solutions
Prophetic obtusions
Primary protrusions
Singular granulations
Complex simplifications
Relevant temptations
Brisk deliberations
Lazy purifications
Pretty gormandizations
Cursory abdications
Temporary retardations
Genteel hallucinations
Normal degradations

ENDING, REWINDING

Doing, undoing
All that is left
Is but a fistful of?

The dust of confusion
Of outer swagger
And inner tantrums

The tantra is disjointed
Hormones awash
In a tide of remorse

The world is climbing
To a tandav climax
The sand dissolving

I see, I feel
Nothing, and eternity!
I stutter and swoon

The vortex spins
Like a dervish
On Duracell

I gasp and I grasp
Making room, and filling
Swallowing myself

The nothingness is
Perfect
It`s so endless!

MY INVISIBLE BUBBLE

Where is the star that I could follow
To the end of the world, and far beyond
A light that would stay and show me the way
No matter if I should go raving blind?

Where is the breath that would abide
Both now and in the void to come
One that I could share with my tribe
Both here and in the teeming wild?

Where are the promises made
When I was but a clot in a belly
The ones that would hold me aloft
Through the sullen waves of being?

All the vows that life has made are
But mere tokens and empty fiddles
The only thing that helps me now
Is huddling in my invisible bubble!