Blurred

A yesterday breeze of tilted understanding.
Today is a stand still in the corner of unknowing.
Nights with lights that are unnatural and highly volted.
My minutes are passing like automobiles of the mid morning commute.
Frantic, rushed and controlled by the hands of humans.
My mind…. Is it? Maybe yours which caused my reaction.
Think like this….. Could it be? The other me.
You is who… Are you he? Am I we? Maybe she…..
Often I wonder where you come from.
Where have you been? I wonder again. I do.
A floating existence of what once was in a single, sealed vision.
A spoonful of age.
A nightcap of soul.
A little more…. A tad.
SANITY, of various sorts.
I visit there sometimes.
Blurred seems to win the battle, the struggle, the movement.
A clarity, all of it’s own design. Hand crafted. Detailed.
Thinking of thoughts while digging the ultimate ditch.
Will I sink deeply within or climb with passion to the surface?
Spinning, off balance…. Strange motions exist.
All the while much madness constructs the irreplaceable path of sense.
So impossible to absorb as the journey is a constant adjustment.
I am not present, I am not past. I am right here, divided.
Not yet traveled moments are upon us.
I can somewhat see now…. Someone…. Somewhere.
I can hear beyond listening.
No longer blurred am I.
My eyes are closed.
Close yours.

Monty Montgomery 2008