Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all


  • only arbitrary

    So much to be answered for. Our expansive experience,

    over months, quarters, decades broken down to moments

    only when you think. Often, we don’t. Memory not always

    faithful, not in hindsight. Affected we are more by what is

    to come, always to be. Unseen. Realization or recognition? 

    Knowing, not beholding, perception rarely accounted for

    as we passively slip down some bothersome rabbit hole of 

    unclassified information. It’s never what we need to know, 

    but absorbed and appreciated for what it is. Trivia: traces of 

    useless facts important only arbitrarily. Knowledge surpasses 

    what we need to know, only when it isn’t so. Truly. Doubts 

    and disbelief are tangible transactions, but only as factored 

    into common denomination, erstwhile realties, utter guesses, 

    undue speculation and assimilation of questionable meaning.

  • pursuit of fact

    In depth and volume, eras documented 

    on parchment. Pages. In print. History: all 

    that of which we know and all that is still 

    to come. 

       Observed. Witnessed, noticed, or 

    imagined. Can we know the truth in books 

    of bygone days? Is it so because it is said?

       Might we wish to read further?

       Will distinguishable valid accounts exist, 

    similar or otherwise? Might not questions 

    arise, after the times we have experienced 

    or those we have not? 

       Ask. 

       The pursuit of fact is an earnest journey 

    amidst the lies we live with and delusional 

    excuses for what went on. Really.

  • not always true

    Imprisoned within, yet continually or selfishly 
    looking beyond perceived boundaries or margins
    that hold me in place.
    
    There is rigidity of my construct, whereas I have
    long determined my shell is more flexible than
    I have imagined.
    
    It is the shape I have long occupied. What I say
    and feel, and what has veritably taken place 
    remains my primary personal confine.
    
    I am not always as open to change as I really may be,
    yet continue living as if this is not always true.
    That is now what I accept.
    
    
  • missing

  • travel as required

    Place to place
    across city or continent, 
    further perhaps. 
    Destinations. Obligations. 
    We travel as required, often 
    to stay where we are.
    A journey.
    Where we end up
    is not always planned.
    No place feels exactly 
    like home. We cannot 
    always remember, yet 
    we are reminded of
    the signs. Cities, countries,
    locations in between,
    loved ones left behind,
    or waiting. Come home.
    Regardless of 
    where you go, no matter 
    the baggage, 
    I wish you all the best.
    I wish you safe passage.