Smothered, overpowered and oppressed, by my body and so much of my own weight.
I wish I were lite. Maybe I should embrace my fate.
Maybe I was meant to be born. What if this is better than death and there-after?
No matter how much I enjoy it or dislike it, it will be a short little thing in reality,
which passes away quickly and where was its whole meaning?
My feelings change my world but they have little effect on the solidities of nature.
If the world was not invincible someone surely would have broke it.
Therefor this prison is like a man’s bones. It holds us up.
I’ve been given very much of life. I have to keep breathing.
In a world of vanity and diversion. Seriousness melts away into the casual laughter,
of the sheltered lucky beings that don’t give it a second thought.
I do not know the mysteries of my body and life.
I feel I can barely see and feel.
Maybe some good surprises are around the corner.
Good poem. Compare with Delmore Schwartz’s “The Heavy Bear Goes With Me”.
Our World:
The world is doors and walls. The world is force and unforce.
Knowledge is keys for certain doors. Wisdom is hands and fingers.
Morality is climbing gear, armor and weapons.
Humans are parasites, aliens to the earth, men of gods, of un-nature.
Emotions and desires are fuel of the mind.
The fuel burns.
Earth is a dog and humans are fleas.
Thoughts on Time:
A moment is a year of living, breathing, eating, tasting.
A year of pleasures, carnal pleasures and logical, rational pleasures.
So many things to ponder and realize. So much to do.
A moment, at a high frequency, is all of this.
We have so much time, but we live in such a slow world.
Energy is matter, and though we cannot yet tap into its infinite power.
The eternal bounty of nature is asleep.
Will post-humanity be a disaster or a revolution?
We live in times of accelerating change.
What if reality has no limits?
Will the change last, and keep getting faster?
Then will we see the invisible infinity of the moment?
The future is soon to come.