Contemplation

AN UNCONSCIOUS THEREAFTER
Once upon a time surely far from here beyond an eery fog near an uncertain fear knelt a clue searching for a spire unwinding within some muck and mire where we find ourselves entangled within confusion searching for answers or perhaps transfusion a sort of morphine drip that knows our name or what we once looked like on some descending plane where we once were or hoped to to be perhaps in a time of uninvolved inquiry between what might have been or will never be ...... there lies the rub an itch or a snub ... ruba dub dub or maybe a thought to assign never sought within an image blind blurred as it never once occurred where this might lead following behind subserviantly indeed into some void where we are encased annoyed enraptured and captured by an afterthought in fact precariously caught and intertwined by an ever expanding calculated design that leads slowly and impatiently to nowhere fast where we often find ourselves taken aback or aghast wondering was it worth this dissension or plight despite all the needless apprehension now subdued near a place not far from here cantankerously imbued with a clinging fear still cleverly disguised while poking us deeply within our outstretched eyes pulling in sights we never believed true in hopes of deriving a room without such a view from which we find ourselves now endlessly deceived longing for an unconsious there after finally relieved
James A Galgano