Mariana..... I can feel you.....

Am i there?... I donno
Am i not there?.... I donno
I can feel the seeping cold
I can feel the slimy walls
Still, flummoxed as ever
Feelings fail to register
in a stage of perpetual abnegation
Help me out of this morass,said the hominid
Wanna plunge deeper ,said the occult
The journey has begun,said the rationale
Rationale,always greek and latin

Did i hear something....
A soothing lullaby maybe
Maybe tells me of hope,
the object of a short and sweet existence
Nah, It's not hope..
But an incarnate food for thought
I could feel the warmth
That streamlined through the sea of cold
But O Mind....
Contradictions be thy middle name
A conclusion ,a circuitous illusion
The canvas is live....
The brushes never static..
Neither was it Van Gogh,nor was it botticelli....
Neither a portrait ,nor a landscape....
Neither a pattern,nor a scheme..
But a bubbling frenzy....

Where "sense" follows relativity..
And being "insane",the epitome of absoluteness..

HUH
chuck it
Hope i could feel what Denver felt.....
Mariana,i will miss you...
Wanna miss you...
But.....
Will be back for sure...