Human Comedies (Revised)

Something I love, something I enjoy so much
I do not care whether dead or alive – turning
attention back to an Interpol document about
a foul perpetrator of a heinous crime, a drug
mule profiteering from drug abuse

Gone is a deeper meaningfulness gained by
life’s pensive evaluation, quiet contemplation
of beautiful thoughts, a laser beam diffusing,
diffracting, scattering in another dimension,
away from blind consciousness – gaining

Sense of purpose & satisfaction – but back
to rhythms of repetitious routine lulling me to
sleep, hiding the dazzling joy of creative
activity; blissful experience has to be few
and far between to remain unique

A place in daily consciousness for human
beings to live in small bits of time chipped
from cycles of infinity – where timelessness
is insupportable if we did not design and play
in these intriguing human comedies

poem by Margaret Alice Second
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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