Existing Poem by noel maddock

Existing. It seems between an act of creativity and blind repetition
Life, yes in the whole sphere of life, the terrible indecision
Scraping at the cave’s roof in place of coherent sound,
Watching radar blips as an acceptable version of living
Existing. What exists within this bodymind?
Time ever the gentle one, standing aside
As this awareness muddles through on pilgrimage between its self sustenance
And its default rush to comply with the way things appear

At this time, meaning the moment just gone by
Which had a motivation that is painfully shy
And impulsive bodymind hunched over the keys unwilling to look at the screen
Writing these words from a deflection off the eye’s limbal ring
A thought wave split into one heading in and one hurtled out into appearances
No blessing to cake its ephemeral skin
Acknowledgment underscores its barely noticed difference
From its precedent
Behaviour so much in vogue so reluctant to forsake its heritage pose
Born with the face of the overthrown
Life, meaning getting out of the underground
The faceborn and the way we perform
The way other’s react to our performance
Dictating the way we perform