This enterprise
To be alive
Has been something,
To me,
Of a surprise
In every moment
That this guise
Can devise.
I Hamletize
And criticize
Each supposition
Wherein conditions
Arise
To energize
Divisions
Of hearings
Seeings
Of influential
States of beings.
Were I
A butterfly
Or a sponge
Or, perhaps
A bird that flaps
Into the sky
There’s small doubt
I’d guess about
The me of I,
But being human
With acumen
To wonder why
It’s difficult to deny
Complexities
Of connections
In reflections
That live or die
When I try
To justify
What and when
I modify
Or just accept
I’m just a guy
That can’t decide.
Time is long,
And space is wide.