Monochromia - 2019

​And now the oscillation of life versus
Quasi-life is entering a trough again.
Was only a matter of time of course,
But the stochasticity led to
A perception of suddenness non the less.
This heightened sense of existence
Was intriguing if rather distracting…
Suppose it is time for mundanity,
The cycle of work and procrastination.
At times I can fit some creation in as well,
But that’s more exception than rule.
Not that I don’t enjoy quasi-life,
It certainly has its charms…
But on experiencing a glimpse of the other,
It does become rather grey and shallow.
Maybe it follows that I should curse
This experience, I should curse life.
Curse life for the contrast it gave,
For the tantalizing vista I glimpsed.
But that is impractical self-indulgence.
For if ever we had a purpose, it was to live.
And cursing your very existence
Leads to a path I’m unwilling to follow.
So ever onwards and upwards.
And as the memory of life fades,
So will the other start to seem
More and more colourful.
I know that it is not really colour
Seeping back, bit by bit, into quasi-life,
Rather my eyes slowly forgetting
What colour is supposed to look like.
The result is the same.