Make Sense of the Senseless

I am here and I am there.

I am focused,

and I am utterly

and entirely

elsewhere.

I am pointed in the straight direction

that weaves in and out

and swirls all throughout

creation.

Chaos brims on the edge

of regiment

and routine

and order.

It threatens to overthrow

everything built in supreme perfection,

everything created to withstand

destruction.

I am here and I am there.

I am floating

in concrete.

I am anchored

in clouds.

Nothing makes sense

in the black and white.

Nothing is questioned

in the world of philosophy

and poetry

and creativity.

I am here and I am there.

I am utterly

and entirely

elsewhere.

- kfr