Laughing

You think
                            you know me,
        grasping at
                   my nothingness,
 
it’s all that
                             I offered—only  
        poorly rehearsed
                     words remain.
 
                           I step away from
                           your inevitable future
 
fatigued by
                              insensitivity I
        find in
                    deserted streets
 
and the scars
                              inside your eyes,
        I was once
                    maddened by
 
your bone-deep
                              misanthropy
        clawing at
                      my mind.
 
                            Taking refuge under an  
                            aged tree, laughing at myself.

 

© Rob Taylor, 2020



“As each moment progresses, the human being must answer the two quintessential questions: Which forms of influence will dominate me? To which forms of influence will I contribute?”

Taylor, Rob. The Irreducible Primary: A Dialogue on Nature, Spirituality, and the Human Condition (p. 43). Rob Taylor. Kindle Edition.