OUTER LIMITS

 

 

as I have grown older

welding into the space

around me

moulding

this face

this place

I am growing old in

forming my destiny

 

history

gains impetus

anxious space filling occurs

 

this place I grow up in

it surrounds

it preserves

 

and reassembles the yester

a teezing time tester

festering on the yester

has become second nature

or do I mean first nature?

 

re-adjusting my future

it slips

it slides

my continual compromise

 

here I am stranded

adapting to the outer

limits which encase me

 

cannot see cannot see

through my own definitions

those intricate delusions

 

I lap the sap

lick up the languid haze

swim in an emotional maze

with my droopy lazy ways

with a memory so muzzy

I am mutating in many ways

 

my myth

inner pith

 

core of the sore bits

pinkie and poking through

no presto to show

I know we know

we the core and I know

 

existence is getting shorter

regular and no rejoinder

response for ever smaller

space of which we al conform

and gradually lose thy pace

to the ever accelerating

outer limits