Copyright 2004 MD Burke

Stasis I feel this other life running along side mine A life so close Yet just out of my reach Defused in a symbolic moment Is there is nothing after this life? Just…nothing A pale quiet nothing Rendering all my struggles in life meaningless Making captive my thoughts to temporal concerns Life is a kind of cruel accident of sorts A confused continuum of dramas and events Leaving me despondent I am a washed out figure against a dim silence Stilled as a grayed eternal visage A scorned transfigured being Amidst the wreckage of my own doing Resentment is a hiss of translucent frustration Underscored by evil A dirty little sin Imprinted with unseen consequences An accompaniment of divergent life-events Reveals my willful delusion of regrets Fancies with no touch to true evidence It flickers as an intention of fatefulness I can't find my way through all this These multitudes of distractions Afterimages of sorrow Converge into a flux of indelible delusion I dip my finger in a stasis pool Each ripple a colorful vignette of touch and sentiment Memories of a life that's never been Pigments that color my soul