metaphysics of sciamachy
the sunbeam is quite
stark when I woke up
to another imaginary
kanso-inspired interior
as if I'm an ombrophile
noticing the
interplay of light and
shade, relative
to my very own shadow
in this aleatory nature
of the playing field, it seems
—all but kalopsia
whenever we find ourselves
grokking all kinds
of persecutions and drama
the tannaim were not
yet part of my list of
consultation agencies,
at least for me
yet the name of Jesus
always resounds,
with blind creatures
and with the guises
of being objective
but who would rather get away,
break away, in the sense
of treading the easy pathway
just like an endgame, or calentivay
Hoping and praying that
we'd all make it through this
lifeworld that we're projecting
but illness, death, breakups
and their relational value
give this erlebnis a greyish hue
and that liminal tinge of blue