Poemdog

Dogs 2018

RAZING GAZE
(6/22/18)

I'm not
sure
what triggers
the sensation

but at times
I look up
from what
I'm doing

working

walking

looking at
something
in another
direction

and society

suddenly
appears

an insanity

feebly anchored
constructs

desperately scrabbling
for some temporary
purchase upon
this spinning orb

I see
wavering forms
wandering amidst
the structures

they are here
for even
more fleeting
terms

as am
I

these feelings
almost force me
to sit down

to hold
my head
in my hands

attempt
to keep the world
from being ripped
away from
in front
of me

I think
of those
human fabrications
that have lasted
the longest

outlasted
their creators

that will
remain
long after
our race
is gone

I have
misspent
my time
here

I should
have chiseled
stone
instead