Most Inward Thoughts

 

A puzzle in bits and pieces,
too awkward to fit
any organized pattern,
yet too insignificant
to affect the total order,
I live in a world on the border
between two modes of thought.

A balance is wrought,
and I'm caught,
trapped in a cage of confusion.

Once upon a time I was told
the story was just beginning.
How the tale could be ending
I guess I'll never know.

A different beat is drumming
in my life's pulse,
and my consciousness
has been transposed
to the deepest level
of my most inward thoughts.

11/05/1977