At The Point Of Saturation Poem by RIC BASTASA

at the point of saturation
the apex
or the pinnacle of your
subliminal wishes
the misspeaking
subconscious
desires

you look back
you move forward
you stare at those
flashes of images
before you

those that you love
most
now lay before you
as unwanted
strangers

no longer pleasing
noneffective
there is no more
affection

at this point you do not know
what to say
you are neither happy nor sad
voila!
you have become one of the
lesser gods

eureka! this is the triumph
of numbness.