After a moment's pause, I realize how bad it feels.
If only I was sure about uncertainty
and the causality of this duality
or the rough fragment that I seem to have become.
What I thought was the universe opening before me
was only a vast emptiness inside.
A ridged, hollow wasteland defined only by its lack
and I do not yet know its depths.
I wonder if most people ride the surface tension
and how do they keep from caving in on themselves.
How a life once defined by hope and love is given to fear,
a small price next to pain and doubt.
For every look of tenderness, now many of indifference?
And what do you trust in the moment everything abandons you?
It is after all you who teeters over the chaos
Pray for balance or a turn of the tide.
No matter how high life gets you, gravity will win.
Every sensation has is opposite, inseparable opposite.
Consequence can crush the heartiest most robust intent.
Still each caries enticing possibility in its wake.
Yet, innumerable are things we do not see
and then, to see one may be to see all.
To describe one to know all
following one of the infinite approaches to infinity.