Almost Nonsense

Have you yet aspired

To the task of observer

Sent to relay

Crooked correlations

Of the strange habits

We fall into, how

We propel into questions

Avoiding the only

Significant words,

Because we know the answers

Will fail to please ears

That absorb endless nonsense,

How my restless cells

Occupy with inane wonders

Out of necessity, lest I mire

In idle insanity, the sagging

Of elastic days in which

I nearly lose myself,

Trying not to wish

For a name more durable

Than this sturdy body,

Except when I cried

A week late, maybe for

You, mostly because

My breath felt insubstantial

And nobody asked.

And when the white noise

Blessed distractions cease,

I return from distant

Perches, to let my body

Weary from rest sleep

In this strange sea

Of aching incompletion

Let the acrid waves immerse

Leaving a burnt outline that

In minutes fades

This all consuming desire

For lauded accomplishment

Contradicting my firm

Belief, that all salient

Change dies within

Our own annihilating sun.