Manic Unity Poem by Noah Smits

twilight fades as a constant
no moment is small enough
no infinitesimal amply unique
to grasp the fleeting Now
it chokes in the net
withering gracefully
unfit to be bottled

you are ephemeral
you are terrible and tangible
I quiver in my innocence
my nothingness, your nothingness
hold my hand and guide me through
God knows there's creeps in the garden
God knows the worst is I

shelves of a siteless storehouse
stretching endlessly far
something knocks the bottle down
a wriggle from inside
the pulse of an eager neutrino
flapping wishlist for father christmas
tots, in a fuss, the future days

strong winds bite my helpless body
they blow my blood in tidal waves
blue skin, a frozen crust
I know you must be warm
you must be fine
I'm too paranoid and old to pack for the cold
don't let me reach forty-nine

night knows no shade as we know no evil
all pointing fingers lead back to ourselves
I lost my job
I tended to the garden, though
to this raw exterior I tended more
one day in Paradise I'll shut the gate behind me
and look right up to the fruit tree

predictable still
predictable how I return to the still
unpredictable still is a moving picture
who gave me life?
float my way around the fountain
the foam is our coupling
no state of matter can define what we have

what is it like to be insane?
possibility maroons me
grounded by continental drift
what is it like to be sane?
I lay my feeble mind before you
together we meld, sinking deeper
spiralling into manic unity