Poetry

Existing in Mind — Of Bliss and Bitterness

by Gustave Deresse

Photo by Shahzin Shajid on Unsplash

I’m unprepared to walk
purposefully
into the abyss— to fully
relinquish this
life
experience.

I’m attached to
being, this perception of my
self.

I’ve sensed it deeply
from early an age,
data gleaned not from experience,
nor from a
page.

Laying dormant,
in the subconscious of my mind,
only to be felt,
and discovered wholly in time,
is the Truth—
and it’s laced with
lies.

I know
nothing.

I know nothing of you,
of myself,
the world, logic
or the
divine.

Confusion is everywhere,
the sensible
only
confirming itself— confirming
nothing.

I may never allow for it,
this perversion named awareness, this
jester behind my
hopeless
cries.

Praying for nothingness.
I’m led nowhere,
to an emptiness
I
will never
experience.

I confirm
nothing.

I—

The Great Variable remains unsolved—
nothing is known,
and hence I’m
absolved.

Or so
I would think.

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🔍 ㅤGustave Deresse Is a Canadian Writer, Editor, Wanderer, Cook, and Musical Artist Who Enjoys Exploring Themes as Spirituality, Logic, Life, Philosophy, Nature, Neurocognitive Psychology, Creativity, Writing, Humour, Inspiration, Music, Wellbeing — and the Weird.

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