Am I just this form?

Born to die

waking up only to sleep forever?

why does my mind

have trouble going in circles?

why does it want to go in lines?

Can I extract any meaning abstract

out of any of the happenings I see?

I’ve tried to summarize or even generalize

many of the obscure observations

surrounding me

but the one in the many always proves me crazy

producing thousands upon thousands

with similar equations until

the oddball phenomenon gains momentum

it only seems to keep trying and trying because of time

it only seems to be dying and dying because of life

my conscience is a black hole with a mirror at the event horizon

a huge retina reflecting light-experience

rainbow dust particles splashed against the black