Nameless In The History Of Time Poem by RIC BASTASA

if you think that we understand
our suffering
then you are absolutely wrong

our brains float and we do not know
what make it so

our rooms fly away and we do not see
their wings
our worlds fall and crash
and we feel
the impact

we struggle

we like to take our eyes
pluck them from
their sockets
so that we can see the world
outside our
from our own
blindness

we have blackouts

sometimes all our lines are cut
from our pulsating network
of veins

our hearts are constantly
quashed
broken

we devise poetry
to explain all these
and what we have
are mere glimpses
of our
opaque universe

sometimes flashes of images
like stars
offer an explanation

they glitter and what we have
is simply
wonder

we walk our nights
with our eyes fixed
upon those stars

the rocks along the way
make us stumble
we have bruises
we suffer all day

time will tell
if our self proclaimed
greatness
can be a matter
of justice

or perhaps it is love's way
of loving
us
we who are crushed
in pain
and nameless
in the history of time