I, for Instants, inevitable infinity

Attempts at Auto-bio-graphy, or, self-life-writing, or, the inevitably ineffable

 

longitude

lassitude

 

aberrations of pain

with twisting serpents

 

origin: absence

defined by failure and loss

the inevitably ineffable

 

so say it

I do not love myself

nor find a self to love

and it’s nobody’s fault

but mine

(who?)

 

a descent of crows

inevitable,

ineffable,

undone

and scoring marks

into a void

 

of absence

and solitude

without a solo

 

no validation

no remorse

an abyss of ontology

and chaos of course

 

vocation

fashioning masks

of contexts

and stories

 

aberrations

of hypotheses

blind, deaf

and dumb

 

insurmountable

point

Borges’ Aleph

all,

if

 

uncertain

promise

trial and error

errantly

 

possible

within, without

and unlikely

unless

 

I do not love myself

and find no self to love

and it’s nobody’s fault

but mine

(whose?)

unless

undone

inevitably

ineffable

 

I say

 

3 thoughts on “I, for Instants, inevitable infinity

  1. Nicely and impressively written piece… but something so touching…

    “I do not love myself

    and find no self to love

    and it’s nobody’s fault

    but mine”

    A kind of depression expression…

    We are with our goods and bads…
    Our successful things give us the power of life
    and our faults show us the way of right one
    without them we can’t build ourselves…

    Thank you dear N Filbert, with my love, nia

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