Anti-Reachable

and the reoccuring thought emerges
quick to pain-ful
slow to regurgitation

and i wonder for a moment
if i can't escape
the calling of helpless
can't anticipate my next

move, i do slowly
creep crawl forward
testing the waters
of sinister and foul

i break through
the ice (is cold, wet, and undeserving)
and bring forth an alternate dimension
visions occur as the
emergent paradigm
of the next evolutional cycle that has become the involution of
my existence

walking down the street
lighting so dim
i'm guided by the faint glow
of my cigarette
turned flashlight

tens years ago i would
have snarled at myself in the mirror had i seen what i now do, and know(n)
what i didn't

comprehend
this
is enough
to drive
drivel
into
far
depths of

soul scratching back breaking
utterly haunting
pain

thousands will mourn
and no one will know
that the next great cycle
has once again resuscitated
and removed itself
from the realm
of reachable