Sunday, July 15 , 2001 11:25 a.m. pdt
"Roundelay"
Experiencing an undulating roundelay, revolving attitudes and emotions,
Broiling amongst the waters of experience, using what little I still possess
To let me know firsthand of the many failures
And to fail first in love, and last in experience.
The ayes have it, and the eyes cannot bear to look.
Another personal ad, or another parting glance,
Another realization, another get together for the soul
Experience angst bubbling up from the graves of those who have come before
Experience ridicule from the huddled masses giving lipservice to aquiesence
Even as they laugh, and plot to forget their humanity.
Another thousand words, and the experience gets lost in the encyclopedia.
Nothing came to me again, I wrote years past, as I pondered this existence.
God proved himself to me, I proclaimed, fat with the juices of smugness.
Experience the vast play of emotions and misunderstandings, as those damn words get in the way again.
Live like a hermit in the city, go out and eat the good life,
Then hobble back into your hole and weep.
Experience the swinging surges of the roundelay, the words mixed up,
The emotions mixing together, the memories fading fast in the wind.
Each moment lasts forever, but there is never enough time to ponder it.
Each living being has something to say, but they forgot the sentiment,
And isn't it so easy to post a greeting card on the internet, and mistake it for emotional weight.
That weight hasn't gotten me down yet,
But the sheer poundage is showing in the lines on my face,
And the breakdown is about to happen
Yet again,
Around and around in this roundelay called life.
Experiencing another undulation,
And another irrepressible instantaneous culmination of ecstasy.
Words don't mean anything, and the roundelay doesn't need them to revolve.
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