Pretty smiles, pretty walks

When he’s distracted – by a pretty smile
or pretty walk – when ego has distracted
id, he senses the existential moments

Moments when his evanesce into periphery
isn’t paramount; he’s inconspicuous in
a spotlight, living amongst the living

Not a shadowed pock at its center,
quaquaversally thrusting hands with
fingers of hands in fractal perpetuity

But a being like any other, with the
same chances and lack of chances,
iustitia and prudentia upon his shoulders

Then nature takes hold, quite without his
own intervention, rampaging id reminds
him who he is, what he is, how he is

Reminds him that pretty smiles seek
out pretty smiles and pretty walks travel
in vastly different circles

So his eyes fall upon his path, his heart falls
out of favor, his walk leads him tangentially,
and his id bears the only smile

He’ll exist in this life out of focus, and
remain off-center of attention, before he
finally disappears in a blur

art: Verklärte Nacht by Antonio Palmerini

6 thoughts on “Pretty smiles, pretty walks

  1. ‘and his id bears the only smile’ ….so dark…!
    ‘quaquaversally’ is a poem in itself …
    but in this ‘quaquaversally thrusting hands with
    fingers of hands in fractal perpetuity’ … it’s bottomless…

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    1. For some reason, I didn’t get – and don’t have – any notification for your comment, apologies for the late response.

      But thank you for your always sharp and welcome insights (:

      Like

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