Grasping Reality

Convergence — A painting by Jackson Pollock

I open my eyes to better see,

The stupendous world in which I stand.

With the absence of a guarantee,

My defined box obliviates into sand.

Phantom grains sink away from my coast,

Falling into an absurd abyss.

Only blindness can rebind this ghost.

Ignorance is a seductive bliss.

I draw a map of reality,

But my defined lines and shapes fade.

I sleep, and negate uncertainty,

My comforting box is remade.

Once again I can draw.

But from the back of my mind, I know its a flaw.