Life

Life ??? Is not but a series of fractured illusions, shadows emanating from time immemorial. Slithering in and out of times passage between sun’s rise and sun slipping beneath the horizon. Shadows no longer represent anything , for they have permeated, instigated, become an intricate, Inseparable part of the darkness, a black hole, which became an elaborate part of the subconscious desire. Splinters of one’s being, fragments of one’s essence pressed between the pages of one’s history. A history reflected upon shards from broken mirrors that once was reality, now filling empty spaces. Spaces that once, as a hole, refracted the moments that resembled images of a reality, are now put pieces. Pieces of a puzzle that made up the heart, soul and essence of mankind that we thought we did know. B. J. “A ” 2 November 27th, 2020