Rump wasting
the space of bench.
Grey matter
encased in bone shell.
Neurons transmitting
sparks from nerve endings.
Fizzling, quenched
by condensed space
of saturated life
of vapid thoughts
and vague memories
of this morning,
rather than yesterday,
with little hope for tomorrow.
Seeking rest,
yet without effort and
minimal commitment
for sleeping or waking.
content in the nowhere
life of being without having to be.
Trying to create
without needing to create.
Searching for reasons
when reasons are not necessary,
where meaning is the most
creative product gleaned from existence.
When thoughts and thought processes
are as delicate and permanent as vapor.
Gerard A. Geiger 25 May 2004
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