it is impossible
to rationalize if
the roads are wobbling
or if my mercurial
polarities have
the entirety of existence
in lockstep with the
magma core of insanity

each new day dawns
with the realization
just how much there is
i have zero comprehension of
and despite my best attempts
the more i learn the more
i know i’ll never know
which feels like a fresh
boulder left to smolder
in sisyphusian laments

the sky is clear blue
a delusion of refractions
in an intrusion of distractions
i made peace with the pieces
enough to call a truce
just until the world settles
into an indistinct blur
and i can recall exactly
how to breathe once again