Incoherence

Experiencing journey of a lifetime
as if it was and will always be there
in this smallest fragment of time,

as minuscule as  it may seem
there’s invariably background noise
and, then, there’s this white noise.

“Is it a crime?” I often ask myself
crime to interpret it as it is,
or to trust what they believe it to be
I don’t know anymore, ‘thou’ or ‘thee.’

Eventually, so-called-meaningless space, untapped
so-called-ever-lasting-mechanistic days, transmuted
into a continuous-flow-of-energy, with utter grace
it exclaimed, ‘Eureka!’  And I found my own way.