In Limbo 2

(Dec. 31, 2023) i could see  it tip as down down and down  it went tiptoeing into a negative infinity: a big round ball tossed across the sky by the chariot  dream where  time meets Timelessness the monks file  past, entranced. hand-held mallets strike the gongs, echoing silence stills the evening into wakefulness  crescendoing  call of a brainfever  sends a yellow- -wattled lapwing  wading through  water but lo the stone bench which  seats me has  turned cold and indifferent like a tomb with its sepulchre silence of the  year slowly departing: all the yesterdays like skeletons lie interred  in the gentle folds of  eternity  stoking for one last time the fiery rims of the sunken   sun, i bid    farewell    to 2023

I seek refuge in  wordles, scrabble, spelling bee  and in whichever online word games I can find in order to get myself high on dopamine. The kudos so generously hurled upon me by inanimate emojis on the screen keep the mind abuzz and ticking, ready to challenge itself with even  greater gusto. How easy it has become to escape one's own emptiness. The desire to spill paint or words on scraps of paper has all been consumed by this unmomentous pursuit for a superior score; the deflated ego momentarily ballooning up.  This post is a confession of my addiction to online word games. They are the reason I have not penned anything in a while. Every little bite of my free time gets shamelessly swallowed up by this new indulgence. May be it is a sign of  'getting on' and sinking into general  decadence. At least it saves me from myself and my dogged need to think, feel, be, understand, watch the shadows shuffling under the chairs. I am spared my own intensity, my need to explore, go