Mythos & Marginalia

life notes between the lines and along the edges


etcetera

  • Only Structures

    The city has no direction.

    Even the streets take you nowhere.

     

    Sprawling. Stopping. Rethinking, recovering. 

    A destination as much as a distinction, home

    to so many. Honoured by so few.

     

    Only a place, only for a while, only to those 

    who wish to be somewhere else.

     

    Identity. Community. Immunity for some.

    Isolation within a population, advancing beyond

    the imagination of so many.

     

    To be a stranger is to remain present.

    Loneliness. There is always a place.

     

    This search for significance takes us

    to inappropriate places: this city is full of them.

    Each street. Every building.

     

    The homes we pass by, the contents of which 

    we do not know; or understand. Only structures.

     

    Will we find such a place where personal information 

    remains private property? Is it natural 

    or even possible?

     

    Overlooking common sense, stigma, and the 

    interpretation of others, can we arrive at a place where 

    data does not exist?

     

    How, then, will we document our days?

    Who will keep track of our shortcomings?

     

     

    © 2024 j.g. lewis

  • speculation

    This reality will surely change overnight, 

    or later. Vibrant colours, as if a miracle,

    will appear. Overnight, or later in the day.

    Speculation becomes a greater force, as we

    wait, counting on seasons to mark years.

    Temperature has as much to do with it as 

    our want or need for something more. We

    wait for the visuals to just happen. Naturally. 

    When it does, and as it does, we cannot help 

    notice. Any day now, or any night. Or longer.

     

    © 2024 j.g. lewis

  • understanding

    Our view of love changes as 

    we age. What we feel, all we know

    to be true, is provided a fresh point of view. 

    We forget, from time to time, what it was 

    when it was something else.

    Perspective.

    All the mental aspects of affection and 

    emotions will overwhelm if given a chance, 

    but for the longest time 

    we did not allow ourselves to know 

    the certain realm, or definite destination 

    of love and all it is capable of. 

    It is more than physical,

    stronger than it has ever been, and 

    strengthened

    over the years and beyond.

    Empathy finds its place amidst

    individual passions. Understanding becomes

    the strongest sense of a relationship.

    As we age, we are capable 

    of something greater, or have we just 

    realized, now, what love can truly be?

     

     

    © 2024 j.g. lewis

     

  • experienced

               If it is now, then

    too long I have waited. Shadows of moments past

     blur

               one into the next

                  and I remained confounded 

                 by all that has happened since.

    This time I take for granted 

    can no longer be shared. I have already experienced 

    the ripeness of the moment, the cool breeze 

    that arrives with autumn, knowing 

               there is still so much ahead of me.

     

    © 2024 j.g. lewis