on a newly discovered lockdown route,
a humanistic experience – pic. my own
My top-of-the-world route
has panoramic views, half-blue, half-green,
360° of unobstructed nothingness.
Still drawing on knocks from infancy,
to safely engage all undulation, tired body
invites timeless mind to ruminate.
Denying it a half-century of memories,
remastered in abstentia, I stop and rotate,
creating a mantra from a demarcation.
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 spiral from being aware
to being with you in oblivion.
© Gothicman 2023