A poem for Nietzsche
Left to my own demise after
Observing my own thoughts.
Can’t seem to stop them from
Assimilating such distorted perceptions. Perhaps my mind is
Lost with madness, as I have come across Nietzsche’s horse
With philosophical/poetic prose,
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Well, I happened to stumble onto this ‘Transient’ challenge laid out by Andrea Badgley.
Immediately, I began to form visuals and associate images of the past, a past that is now very late.
Perhaps a pirate’s past, sailing the open seas in search of new opportunities to plunder.
Perhaps a life spent upon the helm; does the helmsman steer the ship, or does the ship steer the helmsman?
It is very interesting to ponder upon how such a destiny unfolds, as all of it does within a momentary second.
And here now, as I strike key after key without any real effort I can feel the yearning and power of such a moment, an identity of experience, through stored memories of a past that is hardly known.
And just as quickly as it surfaced, it’s gone.
A transient memory, or fantasy?
Littermature
Make It Stick, Write It Down. A Journaled Philosophy.
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