trajectory

causation surrender capitulation madness
i live the life of a yogi under stress
the days careen from pure exstacy to
maddening bewilderment
calm endurance is hardly an apt description
the world yaws and pitches through
the flow of the force and
the valleys of the mundane
all mental all physical all vital all divine
i sit and the world disappears
i drive and cannot keep up
the light is everywhere and
the darkness seeps into the light unawares
i manage my time by unknown means
tiny blips of sound and trajectory
send me where they want me to go
the voices explain everything perfectly
but the language is unknown
my love is tangled and filled with pain
my home is tranquil
only one moment is all
the rest is repetition and suffering