on a newly discovered lockdown walk,
existing solely as a fusion of souls, for a moment;
a humanist view. New poem
My top-of-the-world route
has panoramic views, half-blue, half-green,
360° of unobstructed nothingness.
Still drawing on knocks from infancy,
the body, safely engaging all undulation,
is inviting the mind to ruminate.
Denying it half a century of memories,
recalled ad nauseam,
I stop and circle, following the horizon.
For here, at midpoint of existence,
is the line that divides two levels of reality,
the one accepted, the other assumed.
Relieved of all mortal sentience,
closing my eyes, I aspire from being aware
to being with you in oblivion.