On a swivel chair
that swivels less smoothly now,
sunlight hurts my eyes.
what was once my joy
...
I am holding on to something volatile and
any moment, any moment now,
this mirage will fade.
However,
...
searching wisdom did i do
high places of many kinds
looking deep
beyond the reaches of my soul
...
Another Day Under The Sun
On a swivel chair
that swivels less smoothly now,
sunlight hurts my eyes.
what was once my joy
I think, I think,
how has it come to this?
My now favorite celestial body
merely doing its job
like me,
and not like me.
drudgery,
survival,
niche?
Looking back at the window, there a reflection
too bright for my morning.
(January 2010)