The black hole of routine
a relentless vacuum of dreams succumbed
stories untold
seemingly unnoticed
paths crisscrossed in inexorable knots.
Gazing over the horizon of human ties,
perplexity vanishes in the vanguard of sincerity
the longing for simplicity in the
complexity
of transition and evolution.
The dawn breaks with hope and aspiration
but momentous episodes of personal detriment
humble ambition
to the numbing repeated theme of lost causes.
Spiraling cyclical effects infiltrate
with insinuations to battlefields and combat
the reiteration of conflict a common occurrence of the inevitable.
Illustrations of harmonious melodies—called illusions
pinnacles—ostensibly unattainable
crescendos —allegedly impossible…
The true tragedy: denial of the possible.
Morton Leibowitz
October 24 2013