Meaning Obscure

 

Memories of a time long ago
are but journeys into nothingness,
days now lost in shadowed worlds,
remembered in weary ways.

A total eclipse of meaning
obscures my view of reality,
unleashes chaos and insanity,
and lurks, a dull haze
of deceptive transparency.

A pall of tragedy is writ
on a canvas of far-flung stars,
where comic players strut and pose
and pretend to a finer reason.

A cold, sentient void waits
in the question of tomorrow,
but it offers no answers,
turns an inscrutable countenance
to face the moment of a dream.