Lost on a mobius strip

sorenbarrett

Realities half twist, a one sided trip

On the cusp, concealed footprints of purpose erase

a fading memory on a mobius strip

a departed dimension in time and space

 

Circles in a whirlpool of similarity

no clockwise or counter clockwise

Mirrored, cloned waves on a boundless sea

horizon to horizon, watery desert, dunes arise

 

No signs, no roads, no marker

always returning to where one began

Unable to see that it couldn't get darker

marooned on an endless journey, no plan

 

Not knowing from where one came;

should one resist or go with the flow?

Truth a ghostly, unfathomable game

Even who one is, one doesn't know

 

A single dimension, the rest an illusion

no smell, balance, touch, taste, deaf and blind

Thoughts nothing more than a reoccurring delusion

intuition evaporated into the turmoil of one's mind

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 19th, 2023 17:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: A mobius strip is a surface that can be formed by attaching the ends of a strip of paper together with a half-twist. It then becomes a single-sided surface with no boundaries, The Möbius strip is a non-orientable surface, meaning that within it one cannot consistently distinguish clockwise from counter clockwise turns.
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • Goldfinch60

    Clever words Soren, many things in life are becoming undistinguishable.

    Andy

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks Andy I appreciate your comments

    • orchidee

      Good write SB.
      Is that the same thing as those strips, where one twists it, then cuts it in half down the centre, and tapes it together to become twice as long but half the breadth? If you follow my ramblings. lol.
      Yes, I studied a little of old Mobius.

      • sorenbarrett

        These strips if you cut in half you won't have to tape. Oh yes, I read Mobius Dick too. Thanks for the review Orchi.

      • L. B. Mek

        'should one resist or go with the flow?
        Truth a ghostly, unfathomable game'

        'A single dimension, the rest an illusion'

        'intuition evaporated into the turmoil of one's mind'
        (this searching poem, attesting
        to that innate, fallible dichotomy
        in selfhood's, mirages
        we, who curate what to identify
        as truth
        believing our eyes, asserting dominance
        on existence
        while witnessing a millennium old spec of light
        as the stars we're afforded in life)
        Brilliant!

      • sorenbarrett

        L.B your comments stimulate more thought than the poem or writing it. Thank you so much for your poignant thoughts friend.



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