how can i ever stop writing?
how can sadness be a non-sleeper?
how can an insomniac be so
insistent, hard headed? and so dumb
that it cannot count how many sheep are left
when all of them are
how can one be impossible? how can madness be so irresistible?
How can God be so holy and so distant like the eon distances of the sun? Those light years, which we thought to be flashing?
how can i ever cease? Now, stop it, Maman says,
I am getting dangerous to myself.
How can one be in pain and yet so happy?
How can one be so mundane and yet be so divine?
Now the human being in me speaks.
I guess, it must be true,
likewise, experience based.
RIC S. BASTASA