A Bird Walks Into A Bar

Profiles, moments, and aspects, the cube is never the same any time I look

“Why does life happen this way?” I call out into the air as if to ask

“Due to the uncertainty of time” calls out the brooding rook

I hold you in abstraction, a version of you, a meager compilation of moments bound neatly in my minds book

with threads of growing understanding of who you are, I embark on an impossible task

Profiles, moments, and aspects, the cube is never the same any time I look

I bring our moments up in the alcove of intention, I study the fractured truths held in only my noetic nook,

I surface with a question: “Why is there a wonder if that’s him or a mere a love-stained memorative mask?”

“Due to the uncertainty of time” calls out the brooding rook

I suppose I need to remember Dasein, before I realize I have mistook

the state of reality, In my solitude I dance among the world we have in common. I briefly stop time to bask

Profiles, moments, and aspects, the cube is never the same any time I look

“Is loving not as close as we can get to knowing?” To love is to forget your world; I find a swim in a Lethian brook

with hopes of seeing how the world appears to you, to watch your effervescent masque

“Due to the uncertainty of time” calls out the brooding rook

I can never see all of you and yet I happily speculate about what evades me from the moments that we took,

I reach the bottom of my glass and begin to nurse my flask

Profiles, moments, and aspects, the cube is never the same any time I look

“Due to the uncertainty of time” calls out the brooding rook