Unseen, Unknown

So often it seems that it is only we who are to blame for our lives, our paths and our choices.

 

Through self-imposed icy steel bars

of discipline and principle,

I stare from within a cold, humid chamber of mind

decorated by my autographs.

 

Wavelengths lost in space

every so often seem to touch

a receptor or two,

as signals of impressions emanate

from an otherwise dark, eternal abyss.

 

Through self-reflection, panic rises – a vision

of guilt and question,

in all that has evolved…or might…

as my signature dries upon each moment.