The time has come when writing appears as nothing more than an intention floating in the psychological broth.
It is observed, acute, lively.
It for ever lacks the movement of the whole body,
So close, never reaching,
Always almost
But does not cross the threshold.
This shortcoming, however, is the subject of a written note. Irony.
Is it a mirage, another abyss ?
O Consciousness, infinitely save me from the traps that I think I can thwart.
Are you just a big laugh ?
Now, laugh me !
©FJ Nov2023
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Writing as a partial representation of verbal communication; verbal communication as a partial representation of self; self as a dim reflection of consciousness; consciousness as an expression of the Cosmic Joker.
There is a heavy irony in there, somewhere…
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