Twisting tendrils of realization
Run through my evermoving mind

Up unto the age of eighteen
I abhorred alliteration

The seemingly simple
Style showed, I thought

An easy way of writing
Whatever

Just finding fitting words
With meanings matching.

Untill I read The Raven
Poe penned what is

I think, the epitome
Of epic poems

All while writing, in a weirdly
Woven way

A story of love lost
Of wishing gone awry

So since then I sometimes
Try to match "my" master

And in writing wishes
With no reasonable rhyme

I uncover my understanding
Of my own simplistic stupidity

But beside that also, always,
Of how beautiful a language loved
Can be.

A shoeless man aboard an expedition into the unknown
With overgrown nails bathing in warmth,
Grasping a primordial camera, searching for focus
Amidst an evermoving piece of land,
Restricted to the callous one meter pane -
All that he could ever call his own.

Cautious gazing intertwined with
Tapping feet and unkempt hair.
As a poisonous addiction engulfs the air
Of which he thinks he can breathe no more

One last breath for the journey Home.

it’s in the way
you move
seemingly soothed
by repetitive motion
flowing
from the notion
that everything is evermoving
nothing is ever still

Fiction is such a welcome lie
Under an indifferent sky
Pictures are soaking up the night
Put up some omnipresent light
Not unlike describing colors
Not seeing further anymore
As Time without interruption
Pulls new days back into action

People are the last of their kind
Raise some incoherent hivemind
Mouses all runing down the maze
Moved on by an insolent blaze
There is a place above nothing
Where one could outdo anything
Mountains around just got steeper
Pick at the contextual blur

Fortune seeks only the living
Pulling some omnipotent string
No other task ever given
Courses of fate interwoven
Guiding stray fish out of the sea
An unconscious conspiracy
In disingenuous fanfares
Lets you remember something cares

We've seen it all and we're livid
The illusion is so vivid
Beneath  inconsiderate stares
Through such superior softwares
Almighty, calm and innocent
The world always gets its consent
In due blissful incompetence
Adrift yet always on the fence

Amid evermoving edges
In fantasy and in pages
Looking for a new way to find
Another path to nevermind
We call for the puppet master
And Time couldn't go on faster
On teaching us to get a clue
That nothing else that it is true

The tolerance has grown stronger
We could go on for much longer
Through an antidepressant screen
Reliving the anthropocene
Keep on rekindling the fire
Find the end of the quagmire
Drowning existential distress
Alone with anybody's guess

If I could live in a moment forever
Blink 182 would be on the radio
You would be singing every wrong note
As I learn how to be free through your spirit
 
You would be beating the dash board drums like no one was around
Taking all the turns you could on a 2 hour 10 mile drive

If I could live in a moment forever
I would live in the evermoving stillness I felt in the moment I began to fall in love
for the first time
again