reconstitution
at the end of a day
things solidify through existence
while it’s all washed away
this ritual circular dance.
at the end of this day
things revealed through persistence
new conceptions given way
this recursive learning stance.
at the end of my day
things fight my resistance
doggedly try to sway
this substantiating trance.
at the end of the day
things taken at a distance
absorbed, forced to stay
this construction’s instance.
at the end of our days
things devoid in this expanse
with naught more to say
this chaotic twisted existence.
“all we want is a headrush
all we want is to get out of our skin for a while”
- nicole blackmon, from “dogma” by kmfdm
- 11/1/97