Resolution (poem)

Two sides

this life;

black and white

endlessly

contradicting one another;

cancelling one another out;

a mirror opposing a mirror

in my mind.

 

This need to interpret

to assign meaning

has been generated via necessity

but is now functioning

to render all moments mute

all sunrises empty

and all pathways circular

because

it has become a question-

one or the other?

black or white?

 

War.

And such a headache.

 

The interpretation is useless

anyway,

is void of meaning,

all that holds weight

real weight

is the very thing itself

and whatever myriad of colour

is provoked

in me

on receipt of the sensory

input.

 

Moreover that myriad,

that rainbow

spectacular

is mine 

and mine alone

for no more reason

than

an airy sigh

and a glance full of

nothing;

a smile loaded with

flippancy

and beautiful,

beautiful

irrelevance.

 

 

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