Now
What a concept
Now as I type out this poem on this black keyboard
The click clack barely audible through the mario galaxy overture
Playing through the two speakers on my ears
Now
What is only here yet infinite
A neverending steam
That’s been going on far longer than our existence
Now
A baby is being born
A man is murdered
A couple is having sex
A father and son watch a movie
A mother cooks dinner
I only hope that the moment can seize me
That I get sucked into the stream
Only to flow along with it,
Through the crooks and crannies
Rushing down the falls and wading the mellow
That I’m in
Rather than out, being a bystander
Thing is, it’s always flowing
It’s a matter of life and death
Whether I want to consciously go in
And be
Like water
Adapting and shifting to match the world
It seems that in my desire to avoid form
I’ve created such form
But I strive to be whirled into the stream
To lose all discernible form
And merge with the liquid
As it rushes on
Into eternity
Zplam
Back into my two eyes all the focus goes
As I observe this world around me
I want to feel
Experience
And to live
Now
Erik's Poetry 