Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

The Cavernous Mind

I’m just walking through a tunnel
when I talk, when I write,
just walk
further inside,
my mind a flashlight,
eyes reading walls,
my space,
some tight fits,
contorted,
I wriggle within,
minding to remember
where I started,
with confidence
where I’m going,
thinking,
I’ve seen that and that before —

remembering,
and yet discovering
the nuances of a maze
ever funneling me
here and then until
I hit the dead ends,
walls, chasms.
my light gets dim,
goes out.
But, been through it
before, feel brave
as I journey toward light,
possibly conclusion,
until I look up
and see it shining down
from above,
not releasing me
from the cavern,
but a temporary guide.

and, I think about rest.
but challenged,
keep moving on,
puzzling,
hoping some serendipity,
revelation worthy,
as I speak my truths,
ever-the-more
evidentiary; yet,
want to clamber
the hard confines,
clear my ears,
trust to taste water
dripping down walls
into a bath,
when I double back.

This journey alone
in my mind
started with a comparative
metaphor, I think.
But nothing is perfect
in what I accept
as a beautiful mind.

Now, where was I going
with this? Another
Spelunking might help,
once I’ve had time to rest,
if I can remember
the purpose
of these adventures.


3.23.22
4:51 AM

Three days to another milestone. Roll a boulder over me.

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