Thoughts hit me in a blinding flash
Of sublime pleasure of knowing it all
In the store room measuring out flour
In the bus looking out of the window
Beautifully strung words strangle
Stunning, choking, numbing
Mind like a mirage beckons
To that elusive paradise
Paralysing in its intensity,
taunting lingers momentary.
Softening into oblivion like suds
Gifting a mélange of glee and gloom
A mesmerising drama of conception
played out for me by me.
They are my many aborted babies.
I’ve never known bliss
I’ve never known that that was it
But in the numbered moments of reminiscence
I know that this had to be it.