Undirected Nothingness

Thoughts floating off
to undirected nothingness
while days are spent
below (or is it up above?)
the threshold of a consciousness
that brings no more than pain
trying just to reconcile it all
as impressions keep on pouring in
unknown and thus mysterious

yet if I stand just so
and look without specific focus
it seems that I can know
the want, the need
the very motivation of emotion
and the crisis it so oft' entails

when soul will rise
within, around, about
dissolving doubt
that I may see
eternal vision opening out
and looking down on me . . .


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