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Shadows no longer represent anything , for they have permeated, instigated, become an intricate,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 27^th, 2020