Never have I lived such a sedentary life,
Hour upon hour contemplating,
navel-gazing, aimlessly vacillating,
Between world and unworldly,
Arcane or basely visceral…
I have no momentum…
Inertia has rendered the body immoveable.
Back has seized up like a gate spring.
Frozen in time and space and velocity,
How to move on?
There are no locks in real space,
Just in my mind.
All carnality, or thoughts there of,
Are acts of betrayal…
But who am I betraying?
The promise dies with the person promised?
I just don’t have the theological maturity to know.
I’m like a child left to their own devices…
With the admonishing words of lost parents
ringing in their ears…
Do you continue to hold to their social norms?
I cannot hear her voice in my ear,
only in my heart.
always in my heart!
unfettered ramblings of a lost boy.